Send a postcard
From the Carribean coast in your heart
You've got the warmth to melt the poles

In Alaska
There's no refridgerator needed
It's always cold and cold and cold

But you could make those people sweat
Like never before
You'd heat their souls
With your golden heart

When you're with us
As long as that we'll celebrate
Our Christmas in adventure parks

And we will wear our swimming-suits
Under the tree
You'll heat our souls
With your golden heart

Sing us the song
That your mother sang
To make you sleep
Save our souls
With your golden heart