The Sun fooled me, today;
I went out in a T-shirt,
as if it was half-past May;
but, there was a bitter wind
coming across from old Siberia way,
and I began to freeze—
.
singing: Siberian Breeze,
Siberian Breeze,
cold as ice,
and I’m likely to freeze,
should have wrapped up well,
and as far as I can tell,
I’m freezing my wotsits off
in this Siberian Breeze.
Graeme Sandford 