| I was tuning in the six o’clock news cast
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| And the weather man mentioned snow
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| As soon as I heard that four-letter word
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| I’s making my plans to go
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| If I was a bird I could fly back South
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| A bear I could go to sleep
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| Anything rather than hang around here
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| When the snow starts getting deep
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| Now you know what they say about snow flakes
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| How there ain’t no two the same
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| Well, all them flakes look alike to me
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| Every one is a dirty shame
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| My ears are cold my feet are cold
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| Bermuda stays on my mind
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| And I’m here to say that if winter comes
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| Then spring is way behind
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| I don’t have no heavy hip boots
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| I don’t have no furry hat
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| I don’t have no long-john underwear
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| No layer of protective fat
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| I’d take a plane right to sunny Spain
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| Oh, but I don’t have no dough
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| But I’d build a bridge and I’d walk there
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| To get away from all that snow
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| Oh, I would build a bridge and walk there
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| To get away from all that snow |