Six More Weeks of Winter - Walter Martin

Six more weeks of winter

Yeah that’s what the woodchuck said

Mumbled something about his shadow

Then he crawled back in his shed

But man, these days the nights are long

It’s like I’m living in a dream

Sometimes I don’t know what is real

And what is make believe

So hey

I could use a little holiday

Some cheap little getaway

Where I can say, «Oooh oooh!»

But for now I got

Six more weeks of winter

Six more weeks of chicken stew

Pink eye, lice and stomach flu

Ill be lucky if I make it through

I close my eyes and fantasize

That I’m somewhere faraway

Where the ocean smells like coconuts

And it tastes like lemonade

But I wake up and the dream is gone

And I remember where I am

When I see a crow eating a frozen dead rat

From my neighbor’s garbage can

But oh

Just 42 days to go

'Till the sun melts the filthy snow

And to the tiki bar I will go

But for now I got

Six more weeks of winter

Six more weeks of freezing rain

Frozen pipes and tire chains

Driving me insane