Lost in the blinding whitness of the tundraaaa Arms in short, In with the claw I'm little Jonny Frostbite Comin' in your tent like a cold night scissor bite They call me tundra boy 'cause I move like an arctic lizzard And when the blizzard strikes, I disappear like a pipedream, All thats left is the gleam, Dont lock your doors or we'll come through your rooftop, Stop, look around take your i mind off the floor, Because the boosh is loose and we're a little bit RAW! Lost in the blinding whitness of the tundraaaa! More from The Mighty Boosh