The Mighty Boosh2003

Vince Noir:
Seriously though, you should check out my icy wardrobe.

Howard Moon:
What, the human Coke can?

Vince Noir:
This is the glam rock ski suit!

Howard Moon:
The arctic is no respector of fashion, Vince. You know, never take the tundra lightly. It can drive a man insane. You know what it is about this place, that can get to a man?

Vince Noir:
Not really.

Howard Moon:
Have a look through there, what do you see?

Vince Noir:
[looks through binoculars] Nothing.

Howard Moon:
Exactly. It's the nothingness... the whiteness... the endless... ness. Stretching on beyond the human imagination. Desolation of the soul. Oh my Gooooooooooood!

[raps]

Howard Moon:
Ice floe, nowhere to go / Ice floe, nowhere to go / Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaaaa / Check him out.

[Vince dances]

Howard Moon:
They call him the shrew! Arms in short, then with the claw!

Vince Noir:
I'm little Johnny Frostbite, moving around / Freezing you up, freezing you down / Like an icicle / Coming in your tent in the pink light, scissorbite/

Vince Noir, Howard Moon:
Arctic death!

Vince Noir:
Infinite night!

Howard Moon:
Call me Tundra Boy / Cause I move like an arctic

Vince Noir, Howard Moon:
Lizard!

Howard Moon:
When the blizzard strikes / I disappear like a pipe dream

Vince Noir, Howard Moon:
All that's left is the gleam!

Howard Moon:
On a tent peg

Vince Noir, Howard Moon:
Boosh, Boosh / Stronger than a moose / Don't lock your door or we'll come through your rooftop / Stop, look around, take your mind off the floor / Cause the Boosh is loose / And we're a little bit raaaaw! /Ice floe, nowhere to go / Ice floe, nowhere to go / Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaa!

Howard Moon:
...yeah?

Vince Noir:
All right! You proved your point, in song format!

Howard Moon:
Yeah, well maybe you'll take this place a bit more seriously now.

[gets hit in the face with a snowball]