the way we celebrate new year's

out of all the ways there are

to spend the holidays

only ones a cure for the blues

just renew that perfect groove

with the one you love

at home by the fire

how can you lose?

on the year's last night

who cares if christmas was white

when we're in our igloo alone

i prefer your kiss to schnapps

while the popcorn pops

and bird reinvents the saxophone

comes the countdown

soon the ball will drop

we climb love's mountain

listening to bebop

take me to the top

please don't ever stop

the way we celebrate new years

for excitement

we don't need champagne

snow-bound

love-lucked

how can we complain?

people think we're strange

but lets never change

the way we celebrate new year's

what we first got hitched

when invited we never missed

the chance to hang socially

now we quench our thirst

at home every thirty-first

reclusive as salinger

j.d. when the snowman sing

last night deep in the snowfall

i thought i heard someone singing

some happy tune very snowissimo

staring out through the stormdoor

i saw no one but the snowman

we made a few days ago

now i know

when it snows then the snowman sings

lights his pipe and he blows smoke rings

plays his icicle vibraphone

just to postpone the approach of spring

when it snows then the snowman sings

and the song that he sings goes something

like this

as i recall

something like this: how i do treasure this low pressure