When the snowman brings the snow,
You will end up all aglow
And you’ll be talking ten to the dozen all day
But when the dealer goes away
You’ll have nothing left to say
So you lock the doors
And light a joint because you’re on the way.
Wish I could be leglesss every-day,
Everytime I go to the off license I say.
Have you got Golden Virginia and by the way.
I’ll have some Bells and a packet of Rizzla.
You’ll make a spliff…
From a packet of Rizzla
When the snowman brings the snow…