Oh, the weather outside was whitening Til' the dog did something frightening He's got no other place to go Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
And he doesn't show signs of stopping As he sniffs around his dropping You see him everywhere you go In the snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
When he finally goes outside He'll be frolicking around in the storm He'll be marking our yard with pride You can tell by the steam that it's warm
When the snow begins it's thawing It reveals those puppy drawings He's a frisky little pooch van Gogh Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
Come here, Yeller. Come on boy. Good doggie.
Oh, not on Frosty.
He'll be marking our yard with pride You can tell by the steam that it's warm
Well, he's happy and his tail starts waggin' But the snowman's left side is saggin' There's a little puddle right below Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow Yellow snow, yellow snow
Yellow snow Little patches of yellow snow Yellow snow Little patches of where Fido goesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
