Thunder shook loose hail
 on the outhouse again
 today I bumped into you again
 I have no idea what you want
 but there was something I meant to say

 As the day stops dead
 at the place where we're lost
 I will [bad word] you and [bad word] you
 on the permafrost

 There's not much that I miss
 I'm far too forgetful for that
 sugar's sweet some of the time
 it's hard to keep some things in mind

 As the day stops dead ...