Frosty

I cross the Thames
As a frosty sun descends
Golden autumn into silver winter
And like a jack-in-a-box
Who sprung out of the grogshop?
Eyes of fire through the cool vapour
We blew with the breeze
We whistled through the trees
The masters of our universe
The cameras scan
Tourists for terrorists
And we dance in the square
Around a frozen fountain
Ten out of ten
And we put Godzilla
In our rear view mirror
After the chase
We went on our way