“This is dedicated to all you poor sods up in the frozen North. Keep warm.”
This is dedicated to all you poor sods up in the frozen North. Keep warm.
"I know I should be leaving this climate. I got a verse but can't rhyme it. I gotta go where it's warm."
Jimmy Buffett wrote this song in 1979 when he was visiting a very cold in Boston, and wishing for warmer climes. I'm at home in upstate NY freezing my nuts off, so yeah.