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