Icicles and balls of snow
Always seem to freeze your hands
And stick right to your nose, yeah.
You say that you don't care
That your hands can take the pain
But you can't throw snow with bare hands baby
That just isn't too humane.

Mayhem, mayhem, mayhem, mayhem,
It happens in the wind
How you lose them, lose them, lose them
Mittens on a string
Mayhem, mayhem, mayhem, mayhem,
You're making me feel chilly
And if you call those gloves
Then gloves should be a crime

Frost and Ice might sound nice
Everytime I hear you saying
That gloves are just a vice, yeah
Did you buy them second-hand
Did you know that you got two right hands?
Did your mother let you out like that, well
How could she be so naive?

Mayhem, mayhem, mayhem, mayhem,
It happens in the wind
How you lose them, lose them, lose them
Mittens on a string
Mayhem, mayhem, mayhem, mayhem,
You're making me feel chilly
And if you call those gloves
Then gloves should be a crime

You and me, suddenly
We can't do anything
Cause this ice is just too thin

Mayhem, mayhem, mayhem, mayhem,
It happens in the wind
How you lose them, lose them, lose them
Mittens on a string
Mayhem, mayhem, mayhem, mayhem,
You're making me feel chilly
And you can call those gloves
But all it was
Was a pair of child-sized mittens
With a string that mum sewed on
If you call those gloves then gloves
Should be a crime.