Who could forget that old Winter Solstice favorite?

Lyrics by Comrade Ivan Betinov, music by Santa Claus, global warming by Al Gore


Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
Mother Gaia's getting spiteful,
And it's all our fault we know,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. (Please, Mother Gaia?)

Global temperatures are hopping,
All old records they are topping;
The (compact fluorescent ) lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. (We're sorry! Spare Us!)

Now we finally got it right,
A Nobel prize gives it good form;
Al Gore has got Second Sight:
It's all Bush's fault we're so warm! (BASTARD!)

The planet is quickly dying,
And, my dear, we'll soon be frying,
But if you buy carbon credits to go.
It'll snow, It'll snow, It'll snow! (The Mighty Gore has Spoken!)

I bet people would actually petition for this to be sung in school choirs.

Can this song be played without standing at attention, comrades?

Can this song be played without standing at attention, comrades?