Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
And this storm is not delightful.
I'm stuck, and my car won't go.
Shovel snow, shovel snow, shovel snow!
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And the temperature is dropping.
It's just about five below.
Shovel snow, shovel snow, shovel snow!
Outside, everything now is white,
And I hate going out in the storm.
But as long as I bundle tight,
Shoveling will keep me warm.
This shoveling is a bummer.
How I wish that it was summer.
That Groundhog has got to go! ! !
Shovel snow (shovel snow) ,
Shovel snow (shovel snow) ,
Shovel Snow! Shovel Snow! Shovel Snow!
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