We thought it was exaggeration We thought the papers were all wrong The GRPs were selling fast and pricey But still the facts remained unknown We thought it was the last agenda setting But everything just comes and goes We thought it would be just a passing shadow As everything just comes and goes And then the shelves became quite meager A sight we weren't used at all All planes were booked and trains were rather crowded And warmer clothes became the norm We thought it was the last agenda setting But everything just comes and goes And still we thought it'd be a passing shadow As everything just comes and goes And when the dust clouds grew thicker We lost the sight of the sun And when the light bulbs would flicker We realized we were wrong About the year with no summer