Oh, the weather outside is dicey,
and inside the chili oh so spicy,
With the clouds hanging low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
With ridin' for the year stoppin',
And my 2 stroke done spoogin' and poppin'
Havin' just bagged a deer with a bow,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
And my gear such a sight,
How I'll enjoy shoppin' a storm;
And if you'll get the light,
I'll snuggle with a catalog gettin' warm.
My boots all summer were slowly dying,
And I need to say their good-bye-ing,
Oh but I hate to let them go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Uhhhhh ... I'll send my info!