The turning cop is on the grass The pleasure garden's full at last As little Annabelle Priestly with her dad and mum Swings in hoops and roundabouts all in the sun Everybody's happy doing as they please Someone mentioned bedlock and I had to sneeze Then he comes out, then he comes out Mr. Lightning Strikerman Then he comes out, then he comes out Mr. Lightning Strikerman You come out, you shroud behind your black cloud To change all the scenery Oh you put all your pleasure into changing the weather And changing my mind about everything Now freedom sheds his rays from the clouds above Everybody's thoughts have now changed to love A young heart is happiness and that's quite plain He's just about to tell you and he starts again How does it feel to command all the skies To turn off the sunshine in everyone's eyes How does it feel to command all the skies To turn off the sunshine in everyone's eyes The dampness of you soul is something rare With nature displaying its colours you haven't got a care And at the end of your fun, you bring out the sun Then he comes out, then he comes out Mr. Lightning Strikerman Then he comes out, then he comes out Mr. Lightning Strikerman Flushing the skies with colours you created You're blinding the people with powers that come from the sky But they cannot reach you, for you are incredibly high Mr. Lightning Striker, Mr. Lightning Striker, Mr. Lightning Strikerman