Who is that (who is that?)
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring
Springer of the spring, Come on!
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both but not quite either
That's right woodchuck-chuckers it's Groundhog Day
We're live from Gobblers Knob talking about everything
Weather
Predictions
Temperature
The weather
It's just nuts
Totally wacky
That's our town on February second
I mean what could be crazier than groundhogs in February?
Good morning, this is your wakeup call
Thank you
Happy Groundhog Day
Yeah, happy Groundhog Day
That's a great hat you're wearing
Thanks, I made it myself
Lumpy bed, ugly curtains
Pointless erection
Dried flowers, damp towels
No reception
Small towns, tiny minds
Big mouths, small ideas
WoooodCHUCKS
Shallow talk, deep snow, cold fronts
Big rears
Now, how cold was it last year?
In degrees?
I heard they don't even use degrees in Europe
That's a good point!
GREAT point!
Lotta mysteries out there
One bar, one store, one clock
One diner, one bank, one cop
Now the question on everyone's lips
Chapped lips
Do you think Phil will see his shadow?
I mean, what's not to like in a quaint little place like this?
Who doesn't dig a crocheted pillowcase like this?
Watercolors of bucolic vistas, painted by octogenarian spinsters and
All of the people just getting together for
Relentless analysis of the weather their
Dumb superstitions and vacuous chat
I'm sure there was a pack of Xanax in this jacket!
You couldn't pay me to stay here one more night
Swear that there is no cheque you could write
That might tempt me to stay and wake up in the morning in
Punxsutawney
Ba-da-bap-bap-ba-da-da-ba-da
There's nothing more depressing than, small town, USA
And small don't come much smaller than Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day
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Ba-da-bap-bap-ba-da-da-ba-da
There's nothing more depressing than, small town USA
And small don't come much smaller than
Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day
I've not a bad word to say about small towns per-say
They're nice for an hour or at a stretch, half a day
And they're perfect for a stop off on your way, on your way to somewhere else
Pretty much ... anywhere else
And I've no qualm at all with your small town people
I admire their balls getting out of bed at all
To face another day in a shit hole this small
All haystacks and horses where there should be golf courses and -
One bar, one store, one clock
One diner, one bank, one cop
How can they bear it, to live in a place like this?
Separate from the whole human race like this
One little store selling plaid shirts and rakes
And it's huntin' and fishin' and half-pounder steaks
And if I have a hope of a better career than this
This is the last time I'm broadcasting here, Jesus
I have been forecasting too many years to be talking to hicks about magical beavers
When I'm done I'm gonna call up the station and tell them I'm through with this crap!
And never again will I wake in the morning in -
Punxsutawney
Is a little town with a heart as big as any town, as any small town
In the USA and there is no town greater than Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day!
Tomorrow I'll wake and I'll call up the station and tell 'em I'm not coming back
And never again will I wake in the morning in -
Every morning I wake to the dawning of
Never again will I wake in the morning in
Punxsutawney
Is a little town with a heart as big as any town
There's nothing more depressing than small town, USA!
And there is no town smaller than Punxsutawney on Groundhog
There's nothing more depressing than small town, USA!
And there is no town smaller than
Punxsutawney on
Punxsutawney on
Punxsutawney on
Groundhog -
Just kill me now
Day!
Who is that (who is that?)
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both but not quite either
All the meteorologists the world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill!
We can guess but we won't know if we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil
Every year for a hundred years
We've bent our heads and lent our ears
To listen to his famed prognostication
Lucky for you I speak with ease
Both English and Groundhogese!
Please stand by for imminent translation!
This brown log containeth one Groundhog
The famous Philip of Punxsutawney
Gifted sniffer of future mornings
The finest specimen you will find of Rodentia Sciuridae
Our own uncanny whistlepig!
The groundest hog that ever lived!
A hundred years and he is still
The pride of Punxsutawney!
The prophet of the age!
Prognosticating Punxsutawney Phil!
Who is that (who is that?)
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring!
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both but not quite either
All the meteorologists the world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill!
We can guess but we won't know if we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil!
Punxsutawney Phil, Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of prognosticators
Has declared in Groundhogese
That he did indeed see his shadow!
Six more weeks of winter!
All the meteorologists the world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill!
We can guess but we won't know if we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil!
February second, first remote broadcast
GHD in Punx, PA
Unexpected weather
Seems we're staying here for another night
Which is kind of fine
It's a sweet town and people are kind and
The bartender's kinda hot
Hopefully tomorrow, the roads will be cleared and we can go home
Working with Phil Connors
They all told me he would be an asshole ... and he is
Luckily he's funny ... ish
Thinks he's too good for this
Tomorrow spring will come (spring will come)
There will be blue skies my friend
Bright eyes and laughter
Tomorrow there will be sun (there will be sun)
But if not tomorrow perhaps the day aaa