I think these kids have lost their heads.
All their skin is turning red.
To someplace warm they ought to go-oh-oh,
But they keep on rolling in the snow.

Folks say this is just a phase,
They'll get over it someday.
Oh, but they still aren't wearing clothes,
And they keep on rolling in the snow.

What kind of parents raise these kids?
They have an attitude like pigs.
They make more noise than fighting cats,
Then scream, "whatcha looking at?"

They have a strange idea of fun,
They must like freezing off their buns.
It's 13, and yes, they know-oh-oh,
But they keep on rolling in the snow.
(Keep on rolling in the snow.)

What kind of parents raise these kids?
They have an attitude like pigs.
They make more noise than fighting cats,
Then scream, "whatcha looking at?"

They aren't even wearing socks,
They must like seeing people shocked.
Their behavior's getting oh-oh-old,
But they keep on rolling in the snow.
(Keep on rolling in the snow.)

Their behavior's getting oh-oh-old,
But they keep on rolling in the snow.
(Keep on rolling in the snow.)

But they keep on rolling in the snow.
(Keep on rolling in the snow.)

But they keep on rolling in the snow.
(Keep on rolling in the snow.)