I hate when the weather gets cold.
That deliquent Jack Frost gets parolled.
At 13 degrees,
My boogies will freeze.
And my hankie’s too stiff to unfold.
I hate when the weather gets cold.
That deliquent Jack Frost gets parolled.
At 13 degrees,
My boogies will freeze.
And my hankie’s too stiff to unfold.