Escort the snow car

To the tune of "Frosty The Snow Man"

Escort the snow car,
You're no damn use to me.
With your wheels stuck tight,
It snowed last night
And your roof I can not see.

Escort the snow car,
Your doors are iced up tight.
I can't get in,
So stop that grin.
I won't get home tonight.

I wonder why the government,
Won't let us run stud tyres.
Did they get cheap on the surface and,
Consign us to skid life.

*CRASH*

Oh, Escort the snow car,
Just why will you not go?
I turn the key,
But you cough at me.
I hate this stupid snow.