Mr. Jones lives down the lane
 He lives alone with his wife Jane
 You know his car won't start on frigid winter days
 He shovels snow so high on frigid winter days
 blow by the, blow by the snow
 Professor John gives an exam
 Try to pass it if you can
 You know he'll send you out to frigid winter days
 Out with an 'F' you go to frigid winter days
 blow by the, blow by the snow
 Ba ba e ya um ba ba bae ya um ba a
 Mrs. Smith has gotten old
 Her family's gone or so I'm told
 You know she stays inside on frigid winter days
 she turns her heat up high on frigid winter days
 twenty below
 So quietly I walk back home
 So glad that I am not alone
 I love the blue of night on frigid winter days
 I love the crystal light of frigid winter days
 blow by the blow by the snow
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 Ba da da da um ba da um ba a