Verse 1:
When it snows in Washington,
People go berserk!
Traffic snarls, commuters shout, and
No one gets to work.
Cars and trucks and limousines
Abandoned all around;
Up and down Route Sixty-six,
We hear the sirens sound.
Chorus:
Snow days are holidays,
The very best kind of all.
Snow days are lazy days,
Although we slip and slide and fall.
The world is new and clean and bright,
It's a blessing in disguise.
A wonderland of sheer delight
That is magic to our eyes.
Verse 2:
If your car slides in a ditch,
You call Triple A;
But you'll find the workers there
Have gone home for the day.
Offices are closed and dark,
People hurry past.
They can hardly wait to say,
"Safe at home at last!"
Verse 3:
When it snows in Washington,
The roads get slick as silk;
Everyone runs to the stores
To get some bread and milk;
Moms and Dads will panic
When the schools are all let out;
But the kids and teachers
Will now begin to shout:
Chorus:
Snow days are holidays,
The very best kind of all.
Snow days are lazy days,
Although we slip and slide and fall.
The world is new and clean and bright,
It's a blessing in disguise.
A wonderland of sheer delight
That is magic to our eyes.
Verse 4:
The weatherman said, "Warm and clear,"
As it was coming down.
He's now predicting there will be
Twelve inches on the ground.
Some folks will spend a long, cold night
Gridlocked in their cars;
Stranded on the Wilson Bridge
Underneath the stars;
Verse 5:
When it snows in Washington,
We know where to go.
We get our boots and coats and hats,
And mush out through the snow.
The hills around are calling us,
And we know what to do.
We'll glide and slide, won't go inside,
Until our lips turn blue; 'cause . . .
Chorus:
Snow days are holidays,
The very best kind of all.
Snow days are lazy days,
Although we slip and slide and fall.
The world is new and clean and bright,
It's a blessing in disguise.
A wonderland of sheer delight
That is magic to our eyes.