Oh the weathermen say it'll be frightful, But the kids say so delightful, And as long as they say it's so, It'll snow, it'll snow, it'll snow.
In the morning when it gets light, How I hate going out in the cold, But if the weathermen get it right, I'll get to stay home with the snow.
Now our hopes are slowly dying, All the models they were lying, As the thermometer is rising so, Where's the snow, where's the snow, where's the snow.