Chorus
Let’s climb on up and settle in the seat
We can see our breath but we’re in for a treat
Slap those reins giddy up Ol’ Clyde
Hang on to your hats we’re going on a sleigh ride
We’ve donned our hats and coats and sweaters
And our mittens me oh my
We’re going to brave this frigid weather
Snow clouds hanging in the sky
Strap the sleigh bells round his withers
Oh my goodness look at Clyde
He stamps his feet he’s got the jitters
I think we’re in for quite a ride
Hear the runners make the snow crunch
Wind is whistling how it blows
Wrap that muffler to my eyeballs
I no longer feel my toes
