| Song | Slush |
| Artist | Jarvis Cocker |
| Album | Further Complications |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yesterday you fell out of the sky | |
| Covered all my faults up, just like snow | |
| You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland | |
| I barely recognise who or where I am. | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned to slush. | |
| This substance does not belong in the city. | |
| Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long. | |
| The gritters come & they turn it all to slush. | |
| Cos folks round here - well, they got to catch the bus. | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned to slush. | |
| & if I could, I would refrigerate this moment. | |
| I would preserve it for all time. | |
| But I know that I don't stand a snowball in Hell's chance | |
| So let's sing 'Auld Langs Ayne'. | |
| Sing it out now! | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned into slush. |
| Yesterday you fell out of the sky | |
| Covered all my faults up, just like snow | |
| You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland | |
| I barely recognise who or where I am. | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned to slush. | |
| This substance does not belong in the city. | |
| Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long. | |
| The gritters come they turn it all to slush. | |
| Cos folks round here well, they got to catch the bus. | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned to slush. | |
| if I could, I would refrigerate this moment. | |
| I would preserve it for all time. | |
| But I know that I don' t stand a snowball in Hell' s chance | |
| So let' s sing ' Auld Langs Ayne'. | |
| Sing it out now! | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned into slush. |
| Yesterday you fell out of the sky | |
| Covered all my faults up, just like snow | |
| You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland | |
| I barely recognise who or where I am. | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned to slush. | |
| This substance does not belong in the city. | |
| Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long. | |
| The gritters come they turn it all to slush. | |
| Cos folks round here well, they got to catch the bus. | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned to slush. | |
| if I could, I would refrigerate this moment. | |
| I would preserve it for all time. | |
| But I know that I don' t stand a snowball in Hell' s chance | |
| So let' s sing ' Auld Langs Ayne'. | |
| Sing it out now! | |
| My heart melted at your touch: | |
| Turned into slush. |