Streets of Miami
As Willie walked out on the streets of Miami,
He said to himself this is some fancy town,
The calendar says it’s the middle of winter,
But not one single snow flake comes fluttering down.
Back home all his people were slipping and sliding,
While council debated on just what to do.
Then Bill phoned the council, told them to forget it,
Said he’d book them all in at the old Fontenblue.
But council declined his worships kind offer,
Told him to get back on the next northbound flight,
The budget was shot on the road cleaning project,
With this street cleaning business, just nothings gone right.
But Willie said boys don’t give in to this panic,
I have a plan that is really the thing.
I’ll see that the sidewalks and roads are all cleared off,
The name of my plan is a season called spring.
But Willie came back from the streets of Miami,
To snow drifts and ice ruts and piles of snow.
Tho’ tanned up and healthy with vim and with vigour,
How to deal with snow clearance, he still doesn’t know.
He should have stayed down in that town called Miami,
Down where sun shines 50 weeks every year.
He might as well stay way down south in Miami,
For all the road clearing he’s doing up here.
So pile the snow high boys...up to the sky boys,
They’ll lick the problem, they will never fear.
Each road is a beaut now, the problems acute now,
But Willie will solve it come springtime this year.
