Six more weeks of winter
Oh, that’s what the woodchuck said
Mumbled something about his shadow
Then he crawled back in his shed
But man, these days the nights are long
It's like I’m living in a dream
Sometimes I don’t know what is real
And what is make-believe
So hey
I could use a little holiday
Some cheap little getaway
Where I can say, "Oooh, oooh!"
But for now I got
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks of chicken stew
Pink eye, lice and stomach flu
I'll be lucky if I make it through
Oh, I close my eyes and I fantasize
That I’m somewhere faraway
Where the ocean smells like coconuts
And tastes like lemonade
But I wake up and the dream is gone
And I remember just where I am
When I see a crow eat a frozen dead rat
From my neighbor's garbage can
But oh
Just fourty-two days to go
Till the sun melts the filthy snow
And to the tiki bar I will go
But for now I got
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks of freezing rain
Frozen pipes and tire chains
Driving me insane
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks of winter
Six more weeks of winter
I'll be lucky if I make it through