(Andy Partridge)
It isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing,
This sort of feeling isn't pleasing,
And what I want to know, man,
why, oh why,
Does she treat me like a snowman?
She's been building me,
Up quite steadily,
Seems like I've been here years and years and years and years;
I wait patiently,
Froze in history,
All ice-water is tears and tears and tears and tears;
She treats me far too frosty,
This hanging on has cost me dear.
It isn't even winter and I'm shivering, shivering,
Waiting for the love that's not delivering,
What I want to know, man,
Why oh why,
Does she treat me like a snowman?
It seems you would say I was too soft-hearted,
If you made a dunce-cap I'd don it!
People will always be tempted to wipe their feet,
On anything with 'welcome' written on it.
It isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing,