it s wintertime and the weather s fine the snow on the woods and fields when i reveal my snowmobile thrill by thrill by golly n hill baby it ll make ya feel like an outdoor meal on a snowmobile listen to the sound when the belts go round when the winter carnival s here and oh what fun at the crack of the gun when the whole gang disappears the race is on from the bush to the pond and back where the judges feel you ve won their seal for the snowmobile you ve won their seal for the snowmobile where skiers ski and skaters be and snowshoes lend appeal like a bogie wheel on a snowmobile we tip the glass to the northern lass for she won t let ya kneel she d rather squeal on a snowmobile you re off to the town where the word goes round it s winter carnival time in goggles boots and a snowproof suit your sweethearts on your mind you win the race and you see her face and you know that she must feel you ve got a real good snowmobile yeah you ve got a real good snowmobile now down the street you can hear the feet and the clickin of the dancer s heel when the fiddler s peel off a ragtime reel you dance and tear with an i don t care on the way back home you ll wheel over hill and field on a snowmobile through golden glow on powdered snow when the moon comes rolling along on a homeward trail you can hear the wail of the whole gang singing a song if tomorrow s clear with fishin gear we ll head for a lake trout meal with a rod and a reel and a snowmobile life can be real with a snowmobile there ain t no deal like a snowmobile