Winter Reggae

It’s minus forty in December, it’s cold and windy outside,
I dream of sunshine and the Ocean, endless summer on my mind
I just wanna be the one, singing songs and having fun under the biggest yellow
Sun.
Natasha’s singing Reggae, and I don’t sleep all night,
Natasha’s singing Reggae, it makes me feel all right.
Her father is jamming on a squeeze-box, to keep her mama satisfied,
Sometimes he sings like Volga boatmen, while getting drunk on winter nights.
And he just wants to be the one, singing songs and having fun under the biggest
yellow Sun.
Natasha’s singing Reggae, and I can’t sleep all night,
Natasha’s singing Reggae, it makes me feel all right.