It's winter in New England
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love New England
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave New England
I'm frozen to the ground!!!
(get out when it thaws, or you may be 'stuck' next year, too!)
