When the thunderclown
Has sent you down
Deep in the blankey-bo
You will see, believe you me
More than you can know
To catch your kiss
Odysseus
Must swim through blood and snow
For the thunderclown must have somewhere to go
In the deep nook where Captain Cook
Is hooked on the blankey-bo
And Errol Flynn could not begin
To swash and buckle you
To win your throne
Napoleon must march through wind and snow
For the thunderclown must have somewhere to go
Undo your gown, glissando down
The slope of the junior piste
Pistachio that grows below
Will shortly be my feast
To catch your kiss
Odysseus must swim through blood and snow
For the thunderclown must have somewhere to grow
All I have is the thunderclown
Deep in the blankey-bo
All pumped up and ready for the snow