It's so cold, cold as hell 35 below and falling How I wish that she was calling me It's such a lonely world It's like Latitude 88 North Latitude 88 North The iceman came to me tonight So very near but out of sight I heard the footsteps in the hall

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long

It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run Makes life complicated when it costs the same Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one It's a tough ol' choice to make if