Its Cold

A shout out to my buddies at O’Chang Comics for inspiring some of the salty arctic animal language in this little diddy.

negative friggin 15 this friggin morning. loaded up the friggin pellets, turned the brasky up to high.
Its Cold

’cause Its Cold,
yeah, Its cold,

and I hope you’re staying warm,
the plastic on my porch is torn,
I’m plowing and my back is sore,
saying hammer down, bub, give it the corn,

its colder than a polar bear’s touch hole.
its colder than penguin’s tit,
so cold that my old man moved to florida,
said I friggin had enough of it,

I hope your staying warm,
I gotta fix that crack in my door,
i’m plowing and my back is sore,
hammer down, bub, give it the corn,

’cause Its Cold,