And the November comes And the sun is gone The rain turns to snow It gets too cold, it goes on and on. I made my money from work I got some friends involved You know we're gonna fly south, We're gonna be like birds, We're gonna have some fun. So it's out to Mexico Everybody's dying to go So it's out to Mexico No one ever shoveled snow Scandinavian depressed He shines a light stream through his head It cheers him up a bit, but for the price of it Could buy a ticket to the sun So it's out to Mexico Everybody's dying to go So it's out to Mexico No one ever shoveled snow (Yeah, yeah, yeah) So it's out to Mexico Everybody's dying to go So it's out to Mexico No one ever shoveled snow I love my northern home I like Christmas too But after three dark months, I want to feel the sun I want to have some fun.