At this dance called the Snowball,

It's going to be you and I,

There won't be any pumpkin, apple or blueberry pie,

But at this dance called the Snowball,

We will be having grinders and spaghetti and meatball.

 

At this dance called the Snowball,

I will not be able to deny,

It is going to make me cry,

Not because there won't be any pie,

But because I am going to be a happy and go lucky guy.

 

At this dance called the Snowball,

There will be people from wall to wall.

 

At this dance called the Snowball,

When we begin to dance,

Everyone will be giving you a glance,

Knowing you're the prettiest girl at this dance.

 

At this dance called the Snowball,

When I look into your eyes,

There going to be more beautiful then any clear blue skies,

And prettier then any morning sunrise.

 

At this dance called the Snowball,

It's a night where nothing can go wrong,

And everything can go right.