It's Raining in England

It's raining in England
As you may well have seen
I regret showing those ducks
My weather machine

In sunhats and swim shorts
They asked about my invention
They said they'd like to look at it
And lied about their intentions

Now I'm tied up in a cupboard
I'm duck-taped to a chair
The tape was hidden down their swim shorts
Those ducks had come prepared

They turned up the rain dial
Right up to eleven
They took off their sun hats
And opened the heavens

I can hear them quacking
I can hear them boast
I can hear them gobbling up my bread
I can hear them making toast

I can hear one in the shower
Just heard one run a bath
I'm hearing thoughts of thunderstorms
Followed by evil laughs