The only good place for a man to be

On a snowy night like this,

Is stretched in a chair before the fire,

Watching the crackle and hiss

Of the warming flame,

And right by his hand, some drink.

No place like the club -

No place so pleasant, I think,

Where a man feels contented,

Protected and safe

And away from the wintry breeze.

Yes, the club is the place -

But not for a poor man like me.

I've got to stand on this corner- and freeze.