Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow...
Oh the weather in Denmark's frightful,
But the irony's so delightful,
That everywhere Al Gore goes,
It just snows and it snows and it snows.
When will Al ever see the light?
Will he ever go out in the storm?
Or does his tin hat still fit too tight?
And he still thinks the world's gettin' warm.
The conference is slowly dying,
And the moonbats are all good-bying,
Global warming has no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
