Oh, the weather outside was whitening
�Til the dog did something frightening
He�s got no other place to go
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow

And he doesn�t show signs of stopping
As he sniffs around his dropping
You see him everywhere you go
In the snow, yellow snow, yellow snow

When he finally goes outside
He�ll be frolicking �round in the storm
He�ll be marking our yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it�s warm

When the snow begins it�s thawing
It reveals those puppy drawings
He�s a frisky little pooch van Gogh
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow

Come here, Yeller. Come on boy. Good doggie.

Oh, not on Frosty.

He�ll be marking our yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it�s warm

Well, he�s happy and his tail starts waggin�
But the snowman�s left side is saggin�
There�s a little puddle right below
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
Yellow snow, yellow snow

Yellow snow
Little patches of yellow snow
Yellow snow
Little patches of where Fido goes