I am made of Sopwith Camel   Sherman PT-17, sixty and cloudy, I go slow   Compared to modernity I am a humming bee   Sweater-weather and   Hugs and drugs and movies      But baby ice   Is growing on the wing   Baby ice is growing on the wing   You rolled the dice but   You didn’t know anything   Underneath the oxide   Underneath the oxide   It’s all the same song      I am made of no newspapers   When the V-1 buzzing stopped   Only prayers   I am made of young curiosity, deluded piety   Double-whiskey for the men   Don’t talk to thy neighbour   If they don’t take your same lord as saviour   In a songless meeting house   Proud to be the only ones   Who get saved in the end   From hugs and drugs and movies      But baby ice   Is growing on the wing   Baby ice is growing on the wing   You rolled the dice but   You didn’t know anything      What if I start now?   Just like someone’s watching me   Somebody’s watching me   What if I start now?   Just like someone’s watching me      But baby ice   Is growing on the wing   Baby ice is growing on the wing   Baby ice is growing on the wing   Baby ice is growing on the wing   Underneath the oxide   Underneath the oxide   Underneath the oxide   It’s all the same