We took a trip down to the islands,|And we got a little carried away.|We thought we'd unwind, and lost track of time,|and we woke up on Christmas Day||Now back home there gathered 'round the tree,|stayin' warm by fire light|But as I look around, the sun's beatin' down,|and there aint a cloud in sight||And I thought Lord...|Let it snow ....somewhere else|We can still sing Jingle Bells.|With our toes stuck in the sand, and a pair of mojitos in our hand|Its a wonderful time of year,|when its 85 and the sky is clear.|So let it snow...somewhere else|Let it snow...somewhere else|Let it snow, just not here.||We'll string lights on a palm tree,|pretend this beach chair is a sleigh|Build a snowman, out of sand,|and let the waves wash him away||Well back home there going door to door,|we'll go caroling bar to bar.|And they can just ask Jimmy Buffett,|if they wanna know where we are.||Let it snow somewhere else|We can still sing Jingle Bells|With our toes stuck in the sand, and a pair of mojitos in our hand.|Its a wonderful time of year,|when its 85 and the sky is clear.|So let it snow...somewhere else|Let it snow---somewhere else|Let it snow, just not here.||Oh the weather outside is frightful....NOT!|Let it snow... somewhere else|We can still sing Jingle Bells|With our toes stuck in the sand, and a frozen margarita in our hand|Its a wonderful time of year,|when its 85 and the sky is clear.|So let it snow...somewhere else|Let it snow...somewhere else|Let it snow, just not here.||Let it snow...somewhere else|Let it snow...somewhere else|Let it snow,|Just not here.|

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Writer(s): JAMES SLATER, RORY LEE FEEK, TIM JOHNSON