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OLD MAN WINTER 
DONE DID IT AGAIN 
WHEN I GET HOME 
I'LL NEED A TONIC AND GIN 
RAIN, HARD RAIN 
KEEPS COMING DOWN 
GIGANTIC PUDDLES 
COVER THE GROUND 
MY FEET ARE COLD  
THEIR SOAK TO THE BONE 
I STILL HAVE 2 MILES 
BEFORE I REACH HOME 
MY UMBRELLA GOT TWISTED 
THEN BLEW AWAY 
NOW I HAVE NONE 
THE REST OF THE WAY 
THE FASTER I RUN 
THE WETTER I GET 
PLEASE DON'T LOOK NOW 
MY HAIRDO'S A WRECK 
MY COAT IS 10 POUNDS 
MY POCKETS HAVE POOLS 
EVERYONE'S RUNNING 
AND WE ALL LOOK LIKE FOOLS 
NOW WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT 
THE HAIL STARTED DOWN 
I WAS SLIPPING AND SLIDING 
THEN HIT THE GROUND 
I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT 
I'M SO CLOSE TO HOME 
TOTALLY SOAKED 
AND CHILLED TO THE BONE 
OLD MAN WINTER 
LOVES TO PLAY GAMES 
AND IF YOU LET HIM 
HE'LL DRIVE YOU INSANE 
I FINALLY MADE IT 
HOME AT LAST 
HERE I SHALL STAY 
TILL THIS WINTER STORM'S PASSED

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