Sleet keeps fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for line-dancing on the Square
Nothin' seems to fit
Those sleet drops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
And those movie lines at the Villages' theaters keep a growin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the Morse Family
And I said I didn't like the way they got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those sleet drops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
Nor can I use my golf cart in this mess

But there's one thing I know
The chills they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till a golf tee time steps up to greet me
and my golfcart can get out of the 18th tee

Sleet keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
But does mean my nose will run
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the sleet by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

[trumpet]

It won't be long till golf tee times step up to greet me as well as outside Crispers' TOTV luncheons

Sleet keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
But only my nose
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the sleet by complainin'
but perhaps maybe the Morses can put in a good word
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me.

And I will be able to get to the 18th tee, and soon.