Cold Weather Papa by Bob Miller Lyrics

Sweet man you ain't no good in summer
Sweet man you ain't no good in spring
But papa in winter, you are the wampus king
Oh, cold weather papa, de dum dee dee

Cold weather papa come home
Cold weather papa I'm cold
I got lots of clothes but my feet get cold

The nights are calling so dark
The old north wind he doest blow
But my don't froze and your mama groans

I can't be a race horse
There's seven days in a week
There's seven cold nights
Needs her sleep
Cold!