I was following the, I was following the,
I was following the, I was following the
I was following the pack,
all swallowed in their coats
Their scarves are flipped tight
To keep their little heads
And I turn round and there you go
And Michael you would fall
And turn the white snow red
as strawberries in the summertime
all swallowed in their coats
tied around their throats
To keep their little heads
And I'd turn around and let you go
And Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in summer dry
Woah, I was caught up in the pack
All swallowed in their coats
tied around their throats
To keep their little heads
And I'd turn round and there you'd go
And Michael you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in summertime