Tropical Ice-Land (song)

Lyrics

A goat's head in the deli case,

Oh sweet angel-angel-bearded face,

A papier-maché parade on at night,

That's what you doin' with no sunlight...

In the tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-land.

Tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-icy.

Bleak church on a cold tundra,

Mountain-glacier-glacier-glacier-stream,

Black stone beach and a black death bottle,

Is all me and my baby'll need...

In the tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-land.

Tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-icy.

Take intermission at the movies,

Let's freeze outside for one quick smoke,

And take a Klondike Bar from the pop machine,

Hey it's ice cream, no not Coke...

In the tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-land.

Tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-icy.

We'll meet in Christiana next summer,

Let's get out before we melt away,

I've seen enough stray ponies and puffins,

To get me through 'till the end of May...

In the tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-land.

Tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-icy.

[backwards] If you ever need some hash or weed,

You won't be getting it here,

Just take a boat across the bumpy sea,

[backwards] Go to Denmark man, oh it's so near...

To the tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-land.

Tropical, oh the tropical, tropical icy-icy.