Oh say can you see
By the last of the light
All the snow coming down
On my driveway and sidewalk
It's a fight to the end
I will shovel the snow
I will curse the white stuff
you will find me in the drifts
And the snot streams down my face
My toes all freeze into place
And the zipper of my coat
Just gave up the ghost....
Please, would you give me a plane ticket
to a warm sunny beach
so I can lay in the sun
and drink margaritas?
4 comments:
Worst. Lyrics. EVER.
But I agree with the sentiment, if not the wardrobe. :)
Awww come on!!! they match the rhythm of the song! And that is one smokin' hot coat, you have to admit. Gives the expression "hot like a parka" a whole new meaning. Right? RIGHT???!!!
Awww come on!!! they match the rhythm of the song! And that is one smokin' hot coat, you have to admit. Gives the expression "hot like a parka" a whole new meaning. Right? RIGHT???!!!
are you even inside the coat? i can't tell...
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