It’s winter in N. Carolina,
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love, N. Carolina
When the snow’s up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
You may think I’m a fool.
I could never leave N. Carolina
(Cause I’m frozen to the stool.)