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....
One day at midnight, the sun was so bright. The moon had no light, but I could see. This big ol' sasquatch, said he was top-notch, at playin' hopscotch.
Hello out there, we're on the air, it's 'Hockey Night' tonight.. Tension grows, the wistle blows, and the puck goes down the ice.. The goalie jumps, and the players bump, and the fans all go insane..
(Spoken). This here next song is the story, about the fella that was hitchhikin'. Away down in Southern Nevada, along came this big long truck. Loaded down with potatoes. And the trucker put on the air brakes and.
I'm a TTC Skidaddler yeah to sockit to my big red rattler-. Ya to sockit to my big red rattler. I've been a streetcar driver now about eleven years. & I know the old Toronto city well.
There's a rainbow in Toronto where the maritimers are bold. They always get a potfull-but they never get a pot of gold. Chorus:. But they're to it and at it at it and to it-.
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....
There was a guy from PEI they used to call Podato. He met this young Leamington Ontario Tomato. But he had eyes for other girls & she was a little mushy.
Hello out there we're on the air it's hockey night tonite. Tension grows the whistle blows-& the puck goes down the ice.. The goalie jumps and the players bump and the fans all go insane.
I left Cape Breton on a coal boat. for St. John's, Newfoundland. And I met a little girl named Sally. And I took her by the little white hand.. She shook her little head and said " no way,Fred..
Now when the good ole holidays roll around. I'm the kind of a guy that likes to be found. Just takin it easy and layin around -doin nothin.. But I take my chair and sit on the lawn,.
He was born in ol' New Brunswick. In the early part of May 1909. Six years old he played the fiddle. At the barn dance on the old York County line. Every year Don got better.
Well the girls are out to bingo And the boys are gettin stinko. We think no more of Inco on a Sud. Sat. Nite-. The glasses they will tinkle while our eyes begin to twinkle.
The consumer, they call us, we're the people that buy. While everyone else is out to sell, some kind of merchandise. We run to the boss and tell him, we need a bit more gold.
Have ya heard the news in Newfoundland, rollin around the rock?. How Reggie brought for Margie home a cowsee dungsee clock?. With Margie bein a farmgirl, she almost took a fit-.
You might think its goofie, but the man in the moon is a Newfie. And he's sailin on to glory, away in the golden dory....x2. Codfish Dan from Newfoundland he dreamt that he had tree wishes.
It's bud the spud from the bright red mud. Goin down the highway smiling-. The Spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig. And they're from Prince Edward Island they're from Prince Edward Island.
Twang Twang-adiddle dang a diddle danga twanga twanga twang twanga diddle dang. Another dang twang another dang twang another dang twang.... I've been married now for a year or more and my old guitar hangs by the door..
Heave Hi, Heave Hi-Ho, the best man in Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe,. Mufferaw Joe. Big Joe Mufferaw paddled into Mattawa. All the way from Ottawa in just one day.
Where the wild roses grow in Alberta-. On the banks of the Gooseberry lake. There's a rose I suppose that you hearda-. She's as mild as a wild Irish wake.