We head downhill
Our hands fly back
Our fingers freeze
Our hair falls out, our hair falls out
Our fingers freeze
Our hair falls out

The iron piston pumps and spouts
The steaming air as hot as sprouts

Ah, all aboard
Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard
Brenda's iron sledge

The ones on top
Are comfortable
They're sitting on
A human chain, a human chain
They're sitting on
A human chain

Their limbs, compressed in icy slush
Are freezing in a raw meat groove

Ah, all aboard
Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard
Brenda's iron sledge
Please don't call me Reg
It's not my name
(Imitates vocal recording played in reverse)
The bodies rear
The bucking sled
Which hits a tree
And disintegrates!

The grasshoppers curl up and burst
And Brenda shovels on the wurst

Ah, all aboard
Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard
Brenda's iron sledge
Please don't call me Reg
It's not my name
All aboard
Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard
Brenda's iron sledge
All aboard
Brenda's iron sledge
Please don't call me Reg
It's not my name--not yet!