The endlessnessnStretching on beyondnThe human imaginationnDesolation of the soulnnOh my God!nnIce floenNowhere to gonIce floenNowhere to gonLost in the blinding whiteness of the tundrannWhitenessnNothingnessnEndlessnessnDeathnnThe whiteness of the whalenPales in comparisonnOh my God!nWho the hell are you?nnI’m little Johnny FrostbitenMovin' aroundnFreezin’ you upnFreezin' you downnnLike an iciclenComin’ in your tent in the pink light scissor bitenArctic deathnInfinite nightnnThey call me Tundra BoynBecause I move like an arctic lizzardnWhen the blizzard strikesnI disappear like a pipedreamnAll that’s left is the gleamnOn a tent pegnnBoosh, BooshnStronger than a moosenDon’t lock your doorsnOr we’ll come through your roof topnStop, look aroundnTake your mind off the floornBecause The Boosh is loosenAnd we’re a little bit raw!nnIce floenNowhere to gonIce floenNowhere to gonLost in the blinding whiteness of the tundrand