Its cold outside.
There's no kind of atmosphere.
I'm all alone (more or less).
Let me fly far away from here.
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.
I want to lie shipwrecked and comotoase.
Drinking fresh mango juice.
Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes.
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.
Failing that, I'll just have to lounge on the sofa guzzling cans of Scrumpy Jack with Fergie* sucking me toes.
Or something.
* THE DUCHESS. THE BLACK EYED PEA ONE. NOT THE SCOFFED-TOO-MANY-YORKIES ONE.
