Stole all my thunder
Wrap me up in your twister
But you'd better believe

It's gonna be one cold winter

May the cold stop your heart

If you possess one at all
May the cold halt Chicago
And let your plane fall


Rock a bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, your cradle will rock

When the storm breaks, your cradle will fall
Down will come baby, cradle and all


They say you'll find heaven
Up in the clouds
You're up there now

And I hope you find hell

May the engine fail

Before your dreams do
And I pray, I pray
That your parachute fails you too


Rock a bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, your cradle will rock

When the storm breaks, your cradle will fall
Down will come baby, cradle and all