Sound of the snowplow scraping,
Sounds like a shaker to me.
Bartender set another one,
Hell make it three.
Gimme me a beer or a margarita,
While I sit watching ,
The senoritas.
Tropical Wind,
Gently blowing the palm trees.
And a cold one give me,
A major brain freeze.
Snowplow margarita,
Sliding smooth down my throat.
Too much rum in this one,
Got the devil in this boat.
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