Mister Iceberg hold in his north hand

A girl colour of sand

And in his south hand

A no-woman's land,

Mister Iceberg has a heart of stone,

He wants to be left alone,

North and south his eyes

She's his sacrifice.

Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg

Likes to make love on the rocks

Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg

Likes his little girls in socks.

Mister Iceberg hold in his north hand

A girl colour of sand

And in his south hand

A no-woman's land,

Mister Iceberg's tired of his game,

Let her go they're all the same,

She's his interlude for the attitude

Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg

Likes to make love on the rocks

Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg

Likes his little girls in socks.

Mister Iceberg holds in his north hand

A girl colored of sand

And in his south hand

A no-woman's land,

Mister Iceberg has a heart of stone,

He wants to be left alone,

North and south his eyes

She's his sacrifice.

Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg

Likes to make love on the rocks

Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg

Likes his little girls in socks.

Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg

Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg....