On my way to work today,
the wind was mighty cold.

The draft blew up my khaki pants,
if truth must now be told.

And from the wind I wandered in
to work behind my desk.

When I sat down I said “what’s that?”
to wind across my chest.

I needed warmth more than a Swede
(‘cause it’s cold up there, you know?)

So I lit a fire lickety split,
and I used my desk as coal.