I washed my face with a stick of ice that I snapped off from the tap,
not saying that it's cold, oh no! not anything like that,

they tell me squirrels hide their nuts
I must be one of those,
my breath comes out all misted
can't see beyond my nose.

I might have to wear my thermals,
a balaclava and a scarf,
it ain't 'alf bleeding cold out there,
the lark doesn't seem to care.