Cedric Farthsbottom III
20-Mar-07, 16:11
The wind is scorchin ma face red
Its makin it hard to breathe
The cold is becoming unbearable
I cannae hear for the chatterin o' ma teeth
My god they've started shooting at me
Hailstones the size o hooses
Folk are scatterin aroond for miles
They look like little mooses
But I'm darn if their gonna beat me
I've lasted oot so far
Ma task is being completed
Even without a thermal bra
So come on ye Caithness elements
Come and have a go if ye can
Cos I'm warm and snug inside ma gear
Cos I AM the trolly man
Its makin it hard to breathe
The cold is becoming unbearable
I cannae hear for the chatterin o' ma teeth
My god they've started shooting at me
Hailstones the size o hooses
Folk are scatterin aroond for miles
They look like little mooses
But I'm darn if their gonna beat me
I've lasted oot so far
Ma task is being completed
Even without a thermal bra
So come on ye Caithness elements
Come and have a go if ye can
Cos I'm warm and snug inside ma gear
Cos I AM the trolly man