Lyrics

As the snow flies and Kevin Sheehan does his best to warn us
Tony only cares what the weather's like in his zip code

And his eyes roll, for if there's one thing that he don't need
It's 6-8 inches and some rain that freezes in his zip code

Littles don't you understand, Tony needs a helping hand

He can't shovel snow his cardiologist would say

If the snow sticks this evening he won't do PTI you see;
and if the radio show calls, he'll look the other way

Well he makes calls

And the little Sheehan boys with the runny noses,
start to shovel salt as the snow fall grows in his zip code

(In his zip code)

And as they get their PTI caps signed, by that old orange
bastard with the baldy head, the boys know that night whose
house they're gonna egg In this zip code

(In this zip code)