Mama loves her baby, and Daddy loves you too.
And the sea may look warm to you baby,
And the sky may look blue.
Ooooh, babe.
Ooooh, baby, blue.
Ooooh, babe.
If you should go skating
On the Thin Ice of modern life,
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes,
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you,
As you claw at the thin ice.
