The
cold north wind they call La Freeze
Is
playing havoc with my knees,
O.B.’s
is causing damage to my liver.
I
wish I had a hot latte
To
try and get this cold away,
‘Cause
winter’s here and summer’s fokken over.
And
even the power has packed up and gone,
So
it’s full panties, not a thong,
And
bar heaters are such a con; I have to cry,
I’ve
got such freezing thighs
But
thermal undies warm me through the night,
I
swear it’s true – I think the end is nigh,
Curry
here, curry now, oh for some yummy Thai
But
all I am eating is cold cottage pie...
with deep apologies to Chris de Burgh (Lonely Sky)
