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
  Ba da da da da da da um ba da um ba e ya
  Ba da da da um ba da um ba a