Oh my God!

Ice flow, nowhere to go,
Ice flow, nowhere to go,
Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaa!

Check him out!

They call him the shrew,
arms in short,
then with the claw!

I'm little Johnny Frostbite,
movin' around,
freezing you up,
freezing you down
Like an icicle,
coming in your tent
in the pink light, scissorbite.

Arctic death,
infinite night.

Call me tundra boy,
because I move like an arctic lizard,
when the blizzard strikes,
I disappear like a pipe dream.

All that's left is a gleam,
on a tent peg.

Boosh, Boosh,
stronger than a moose,
don't lock your door,
or we'll come through your rooftop.

Stop, look round,
take your mind off the flow,
cos the Boosh is loose
and we're a little bit raw!

Ice floe, no where to go,
ice floe, no where to go,
Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaa!