WINTER
It's cold outside ...Lord I hate to see the summer go
I can't stand to see the whole world covered up with snow
And 'round about fall, down south is where I want to go
Believe me when I tell you, I hate winter
I like walking round mornings in nothing but an old t-shirt
Watch the girls parade around town in their short, short skirts
I like skin that's brown from the sun
I like cherry red leather in the back seat fun
And driving round town in my car with the rag-top down
'Cos I love sunshine, I hate to see the summer go
I can't thank the lord enough for not making me an eskimo
I never want to see a polar bear
A silver fox or an arctic hare
And wild horses wouldn't drag me there 'cos I hate winter
Now the only kind of frost that i ever want to see is on a birthday cake
And ice is good for crushing down with liquor for a cocktail shake
And icicles are twicicles as nicicicles pictured on an old postcard
But I don't want to see 'em here in my back yard
When it freezes outside & the car won't start
And that icy cold finger lingers on your heart
And the long-range forecast on the T.V. says it looks like snow
That’s when I'm packing my bags & my suntan oil
I'm heading off looking for some sun-kissed soil
Where peaches will grow
Maybe somewhere like Mexico
Anywhere baby where the cold wind don't blow
'Cos I hate winter
© Errol Walsh