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Seven Foot Of Snow Oh, the clouds are getting dark, Lake Erie is still warm. Time to grab a little beer, It's a lake-effect storm. Doppler radar indicates, This storm's really big. Fire up the snowblower, And get ready to dig. CHORUS We're getting seven foot of snow, Dumping down on Buffalo. Seven foot of snow, Give or take an inch or so. Time to put on your long johns, And find your warmest flannel. Someone call the Governor, Then the Weather Channel. Mayor Jimmy Griffin said, "Grab a six pack and stay inside." "Keep of the streets and occupy your time," "Home's just the place to hide." But, the snow keeps on falling, We're running out of room. Thank you Jimmy for your advice, Here comes a Buffalo baby boom. CHORUS We're getting seven foot of snow, Dumping down on Buffalo. Seven foot of snow, Give or take an inch or so. Time to put on your long johns, And find your warmest flannel. Someone call the Governor, Then the Weather Channel. Lord, could you help us out, For we're in deep trouble. Send Your tallest angels here, Make sure they pack a shovel. Doug Flutie was so lucky when, He moved west to San Diego. For we never would have found the man, Underneath all this snow. CHORUS We're getting seven foot of snow, Dumping downon Buffalo. Seven foot of snow, Give or take an inch or so. Time to put on your long johns, And find your warmest flannel. Someone call the Governor, Then the Weather Channel. |