Winter Reggae

It's minus forty in December, it's cold and windy outside,
I dream of sunshine and the Ocean, endless summer on my mind
I just wanna be the one, singing songs and having fun under the biggest yellow Sun.

Natasha's singing Reggae, and I don't sleep all night,
Natasha's singing Reggae, it makes me feel all right.

Her father is jamming on a squeeze-box, to keep her mama satisfied,
Sometimes he sings like Volga boatmen, while getting [bad word] on winter nights.
And he just wants to be the one, singing songs and having fun under the biggest yellow Sun.

Natasha's singing Reggae, and I can't sleep all night,
Natasha's singing Reggae, it makes me feel all right.