It's cold outside
It gets so hot in here
And the boys and girls go out
There's music in my ear

I hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home

A painted face
And I know we haven't long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong

[I hear the children crying....]

Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
La la la la lah