A rush of arctic air crushes into a wave of heat The travel rep says all is as it should be "There's still a yoga class to take you beneath The surface of all that you want to see." No! Let's go to an eat-all-you-can-eat Get in the truck, ain't the engine sweet Don't it feel good in that leather seat We look so hard-to-beat Let's take our ride on the black snow To the wonderful worlds of tomorrow! Someone forgot to cut down that tree Why be so wary of weather geometry? Then as we digest our last bit of meat And we've savoured our gunpowder tea Let's leave some fresh black snow To the wonderful minds of tomorrow! We look so hard-to-beat We look so hard-to-beat