I once had an ice cube, pretty little ice cube.
Now it's gone, now it's gone.
Her name was Mary, pretty little ice cube.
Now she's gone, now she's gone.
She was so shiny, my pretty little ice cube.
Now she's gone. Where's she gone?
She's gone with the others, the shiny little ice cubes. Movin' on. Movin' on.
Shes' gone.
Doesn't nothing ever last forever?
I miss my ice cube.
Pretty little ice cube.
Since she's withdrawn.
I held her in my hand, my chilly little ice cube.
Was it wrong? Was it wrong?
She slipped away, my moist little ice cube, to oblivion.
Oblivion!
She left me standing with tears on my face,
on the lawn.
So I wrote this song.
Pretty little ice cube where have you gone?
Doesn't nothing ever last forever?
It's been declared that it's not wise to prize something too much.
I just wish to find something to fondle and to touch so gently.
Doesn't nothing ever last forever?