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