Stepping onto the porch,

Cold grabbed me by my collar;

“You’re pretty smug, going in and out

How’d you like to be stuck outside.

Hey, you going in to the furnace? Can I come

but I guess that would defeat your purpose.

How’d you like it if half the nation hated you?

except those snow mobilers up North.

I’ve got a bad street rep down in Pensecola

I’d winter in Pheonix but the dust storms

are as rude as I am.

Going back in eh? That’s alright

see if your car starts in the morning!”