White sky, with green grass underneath;
The hopeful souls down on Earth
Pray the clouds will bequeath
Some of the white stuff,
Cover up all their lawns.
They go back inside, thinking there’ll be a closing by dawn.

Wr-wr-wr-wrong!
Stupid kids got to learn,
They won’t get a single day off school that they didn’t earn.
Go catch pneumonia,
Or chow down on a fern.
You kids are such naive ding-dongs,
The weatherman is always wrong!

Maybe we’ll get a delay,
Perhaps a closing--no way!
We’re going to school all day,
Each day, okay?
Don’t pray for snow,
Never pray for snow.
Don’t pray for snow,
(‘Cause the snow) ain’t coming.

The snowflakes are all the same,
And none of them know your name,
Don’t care if you want to play
Snow day war games.
Don’t pray for snow,
Never pray for snow.
Don’t pray for snow,
(‘Cause the snow) ain’t coming.

Black ice has all melted away.
Sun is coming out now,
And it’s here to stay.
And those hailstones
Won’t fool them at all,
I clearly see the logo on each ping-pong ball.

Precipitation
Comes from the sky,
It falls when it wants to
And it never tells you why.
Do you hear me?
There’s no snow deity,
And no way to make
The school buses freeze.

You think that this is unjust,
There should be more snow than dust?
Kid, it is early August,
And thus, you must
Not pray for snow,
Never pray for snow.
Don’t pray for snow,
(‘Cause the snow) ain’t coming.

Hey, why are you in the shed?
No, you can’t get out the sled.
Don’t care what Great Auntie said,
Now get to bed!
Don’t pray for snow,
Never pray for snow.
Don’t pray for snow,
(‘Cause the snow) ain’t coming.

Snow plows clear the streets.
That way, yellow buses don’t slip on the sleet.
And then cities salt their roads.
Soaks up all the moisture, and school is a go.
Wouldn’t matter anyway,
You live in the state of Cal-i-forn-i-ay...

Well, golly gee, what a thing!
Blame it on global warming.
I guess it really can be
Snowing. I think
You prayed for snow,
Always prayed for snow.
You prayed for snow,
(And the snow) is coming!

Hey, wait a minute, hold on.
This window view is taped on.
What is this, some kind of con?
Foam on our lawn.
Don’t pray for snow,
Never pray for snow.
Don’t pray for snow,
(‘Cause the snow) ain’t coming!