歌词
My pocket was packed, I felt so attacked I kept brushing the blizzards away,
my way
my way
I kept brushing them away, yeah.
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day.
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day
The tarmac was melting, I pulled my belt in, cause a blizzard was blowing my way. Mayday, mayday, mayday.
I said a blizzard was blowing my way
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day.
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day
Hot, frozen, icy cold, icy cold.
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day.
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day
I've got a frostbite, instead of a lovebite, I keep cooler than England in May.
Okay, okay, I keep it cool now, cooler than England in May
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day.
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day.
Ice cold in Fulham on a hot summer day.
Ice cold in Fulham
Written by: Alan Albert Price, Tony Jacks
