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I started making this up in my head on Sunday, but had to concentrate on driving.

Sung to U2′s Sunday Bloody Sunday:

I can’t believe it snowed today,
Oh, I can’t even drive,
Please make it go away.

How low…
How low can the temperature go?
How low, how low,
Tonight, the ice will form,
Tonight…

Slippy, slidey, under all our feet,
Cars losing control across the street.
But I won’t join those stupid duds,
I went and got some,
Went and got some tires with studs.

Sunday, snowy Sunday…
Sunday, snowy Sunday…
Sunday, snowy Sunday…

And the sleet has just begun,
Many off the road, some more just spun.
Why can’t people drive for crap?
Moving slowly, surely, painfully,
Mind the gap.

Sunday, snowy Sunday…
Sunday, snowy Sunday…

How low…
How low can the temperature go?
How low, how low,
Tonight, the ice will form,
Tonight…tonight…

Sunday, snowy Sunday…
Sunday, snowy Sunday…

Scrape ice from your windshield,
Scrape the ice away.
Oh, scrape the ice away,
Oh, scrape the ice away,
(Sunday, snowy Sunday)
Oh, scrape away that damn ice!
(Sunday, snowy Sunday)

Sunday, snowy Sunday (Sunday, snowy Sunday)…
Sunday, snowy Sunday (Sunday, snowy Sunday)…

And I’m sure that it won’t stay,
When it warms up everything will turn to slush.
And today kids make snowmen,
Enjoy them now, a puddle they’ll be then.

(Sunday, snowy Sunday)

I can’t believe I made this song,
This waste of time, it is just wrong.

Sunday, snowy Sunday…
Sunday, snowy Sunday…



 


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