Snowmobile Song Songtext
von Stompin’ Tom Connors

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 and 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 skater's pee 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'll 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 beat 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 the 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