Song – What’ll We Do

What’ll we do when the snow’s all gone
What’ll we do when the grass turns green
What’ll we do when the tows shut down
And our favorite run is a muddy ravine

We could paint a picture, write a song
That’s all wrong
We could be domestic and learn to cook
Oh, now look
We could take up golf or ride a horse
Why, of course

What’ll we do when the robins come
What’s we do when the summer’s here
What’s we do when we cannot ski
And sun’s all over the atmosphere

We might have to go back to school
Don’t be a fool
I could find a girl to be my bride
That’s suicide
We might have to go back to work
We’d go berserk

What’s we do when it doesn’t storm
What’s we do when the winds don’t blow
What’s we do when we wake one morn
Find plenty of heat and no more snow

When summer’s here and the flowers bloom
No need for gloom
What’s we do when the snow all melts
There’s nothing else
Now listen to me, I’ve got an idea
We could go to Chile and ski Portillo

Here’s what we’ll do when the snow’s all gone
All of your wailin’ is pretty silly
When the summer comes we’ll pack our duds
And head for the south to ski in Chile

What’ll we do
Here’s what we’ll do
When the snow’s all gone
When the snow’s all gone
What’ll we do
Here’s what we’ll do
When the grass turns green
There’s more to be seen
What’ll we do
Here’s what we’ll do
When the tows shut down
We’ll leave this town
And we’ll head for the south
To ski in Chile…Olé

Words & music by Bob Gibson, Shirley Sealy, Blanche Hardin and Gail Pitts
© Robert Josiah Music / Sanga Music