Oh, the weather outside was whitening
Till the dog did something frightening
He's got no other place to go
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
And he doesn't show signs of stopping
As he sniffs around his dropping
You see him everywhere you go
In the snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
When he finally goes outside
He'll be frolicking 'round in the storm
He'll be marking our yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it's warm
When the snow begins its thawing
It reveals those puppy drawings
He's a frisky little pooch Van Gogh
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
Come here, Yeller. Come on boy. Good doggie
Oh, not on Frosty
He'll be marking our yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it's warm
Well, he's happy and his tail starts waggin'
But the snowman's left side is saggin'
There's a little puddle right below
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
Yellow snow, yellow snow
Yellow snow
(Little patches of yellow snow)
Yellow snow
(Little patches where Fido goes)
