It’s raining here,
and it won’t stop.
I was waiting in fear,
soaked like m’ nana’s mop

I’m cold, I’m shaking,
my legs are trembling.
I’ve got no more heat,
and my hands ‘r like a dead-beat.

I pulled ‘em out,
of m’ leather pockets,
what will I see,
frozen chicken nuggets.

All blushed up,
hard like a brick,
all freezed up,
rollin’ like a stuffed up *****.

Pulled my hat up,
got my jacket tight,
from thumb to toe,
I was like the reaper Joe.

Trying to warm ‘em,
trying to rub ‘em,
but they are more stiff,
than an ice-cold shiv.

I need something
to make ‘em move again,
I need to feel your
warmth, dear woman.

They’ll start moving,
they’ll be bouncing,
they’ll get red,
and I won’t be sad.

Just get me in,
I promise I’ll behave,
I’ll do what I’m told,
just get me out of this cold.