I put my hands in there, and they are very clean,
because the temperature is minus 17.
My hands are very warm
inside the five-fingers form.

Even if there is a raging storm
that is bringing on a freeze.
I am not feeling at all forlorn;
I’ve got no need to do hand-wringin’

My gloves lock out cold,
because they are lined with seal fur from babies.
I love keep-out cold;
as long as they’re on, I’m feeling nifty.

Go out without gloves in this weather: insane;
without hand coverings I’d get chilblains.
With just my hands alone, you sure would hear me moan.

You gotta have glovin’ on when it’s so blustery
If you ain’t got glovin’ on, soon you will have fingers missin’.

My gloves lock out cold,
because they are lined with seal fur from babies.
I love keep-out cold;
as long as they’re on, I’m feeling frisky.

With just my hands alone, you sure would hear me groan.

You gotta have glovin’ on when it’s so blustery
If you ain’t got glovin’ on, your fingers might well be gone—
gone, as in missing.

My gloves keep out cold,
because they are lined with seal fur from babies.
I love keep-out cold;
as long as they’re on, I’m no amputee.