[Verse 1] I plan to freeze myself away, till Christmas morn or my birthday, no bills to pay, no bad news to hear, just put me on ice for half the year. But I've got questions, quite a few, and I'm hoping they can come from you: Which socks should I wear for eternity? Wool or cotton for frozen serenity? [Pre-Chorus] And when they wake me up one day, I hope somebody's heard me say: [Chorus] Freeze me, please me, put me on ice, a long cold nap sounds terribly nice. Wake me for presents, cake and cheer, then freeze me again till next year! Freeze me, please me, don't think twice, life is confusing, ice is precise. If there's no party, let me snooze, cryogenic blues are the blues I choose! [Verse 2] What tea should greet me when I rise? Earl Grey? Mint? Some 'Grand surprise'? Could coffee run straight through a tube? I'd gladly volunteer as a test-case dude. Coffee intravenously, served piping hot? While frozen solid? Why not? The scientists sigh and shake their heads, while I'm shopping for refrigerated beds. [Bridge] I've packed my pajamas, My slippers too, a note that says: "Defrost gently, thank you." If the future has no bills to pay, that's perfectly fine, as long as they bring my birthday wine! [Final Chorus] Freeze me, please me, put me on ice, a long cold nap sounds terribly nice. Wake me for presents, cake and cheer, then freeze me again till next year! Freeze me, please me, that's the plan, the coolest retirement known to man. If there's no party, let me snooze, cryogenic blues are the blues I choose!
