Austin Fridge !!
I’m driving my fridge , it’s a terrible green
There are icicles where the heater had been
There’s a snowdrift , and glacier , all round my feet
And ice in the boot
Where I keep the raw meat .
I’m driving and driving far down the road
I can’t see a thing the window so froze and
I can’t see a thing my breath chills the air
I’d stop and de-ice , but the scraper’s not there
The scraper’s not there ‘cos it broke yesterday
I know , I was trying to chip ice blocks away
The seat where I sit has chilled me to the bone
I’ve miles to go , I’m turning to stone
So if you have a bust heater take my advice
Get it fixed now , don’t turn to ice
Don’t turn to ice , don’t start to sneeze
I’m driving about
In a terrible deep freeze ,
I can’t feel anything
Below me knees .