Ice flow nowhere to go Ice flow nowhere to go Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra
They call him the shrew, Arms in short, Then with the claw
Whiteness, Nothingness, Endlessness Death
The whiteness of the Pales in comparison Oh my god! Who the hell are you?
I’m little Johnny Frostbite moving around Freezin’ you up freezing you down Like an icicle Comin’ in your tent like a cold night scissor bite Arctic death Infinite night
They call me tundra boy because I move like an arctic lizzard When the Blizzard strikes I disappear like a pipedream All that’s left is the gleam Of a tent peg
Boosh, Boosh, Stronger than a moose Don’t lock your doors or we’ll come through your roof top Stop look around take your mind off the floor Because The Boosh is loose and we’re a little bit RAW!
Ice, flow, nowhere to go Ice, flow, nowhere to go Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaaaaa!