It's wintertime and the weather's fine,
The snow on the woods and fields,
When I reveal... my snowmobile;
Thrill by thrill, by golly 'n' hill,
Baby, it'll make ya feel,
Like an outdoor meal... on a snowmobile.
Listen to the sound when the belts go 'round,
When the winter carnival's here;
And oh what fun at the crack of the gun,
When the whole gang disappears.
The race is on from the bush to the pond,
And back where the judges feel,
You've won their seal... for the snowmobile.
You've won their seal... for the snowmoblie.
Where skiers ski and skaters be,
And snowshoes lend appeal,
Like a bogey wheel... on a snowmobile;
We tip the glass to the northern lass,
For she won't let ya kneel,
She'd rather squeal... on a snowmobile.
You're off to the town,
When the word goes 'round,
It's winter carnival time;
In goggles, boots, and a snowproof suit,
Your sweetheart's on your mind.
You win the race and you see her face,
And you know that she must feel:
You've got a real... good snowmobile,
Yeah, you've got a real... good snowmobile.
Now down the street you can hear the beat,
And the clickin' of the dancer's heel,
When the fiddlers peel... off a ragtime reel;
You dance and tear with an "I don't care",
On the way back home you'll wheel,
Over hill and field... on a snowmobile.
Through the golden glow on powdered snow,
When the moon comes rollin' along;
On a homeward trail you can hear the wail,
Of the whole gang singing a song.
If tomorrow's clear with fishin' gear,
We'll head for a lake trout meal;
With a rod and a reel... and a snowmobile,
Life can be real... with a snowmobile.
There ain't no deal... like a snowmobile.