Rewriting an Old Standard

Oh, the weather outside is frightful.
Yep, the weather outside is frightful.
And since I do hate the snow
Let us go
Let us go
To Mexico.

When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I hate going out in the storm.
Yes, I hate going out in the storm...
I hate going out in the storm!

The fire is slowly dying
I've no intention of goodbying
Like I said, I hate the snow
Let us go
Let us go
Let us goooooo
To MEX-I-CO.