Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But our fraud is so delightful,
So off to Cancun we'll go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
We have no plans for stopping,
And your cash we'll soon be copping;
The curly lights really blow,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
When we've given you a good fright,
About some drought or a storm;
And if we get our way you might,
Not be able to keep yourself warm.
The fraud is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're all still lying,
But as long as we're in Mexico.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
