[Julian]

Oh my God!

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

Check him out!

They call him the shrew
Arms in short, in with the claw!

[Noel]
I'm little Johnny Frostbite
Moving around
Freezing you up
Freezing you down like an icicle
Coming in your tent in the pink light scissor bite

Arctic death
Infinite night

[Julian]
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 floor
'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 tundra!