It's winter here in Michigan, and the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour, at twenty five below.
Oh, how I love ole Michigan, when the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter, and your nose freezes shut,
Yes, The weather here is wonderful, so I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave my Michigan, cause I'm frozen to the ground.
Seventy miles an hour, at twenty five below.
Oh, how I love ole Michigan, when the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter, and your nose freezes shut,
Yes, The weather here is wonderful, so I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave my Michigan, cause I'm frozen to the ground.