Here comes ice fog, here comes ice fog,
Right down Airport Way,
Hazing street lights, hiding tail lights,
Darkening the day.
Pickup contrails flow together,
Wreathing through the town,
Temp'rature's at minus forty,
And it's going down.
Plug your car in, heap the blankets
On its shivering hood,
Tires are square and steering's stiff and
Traction's not so good.
Peering through the frosted windshield,
Hours before the dawn -
Let's all head off to Hawaii
'Til this weather's gone!
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