Icicle, icicle, where are you going? Where are you going? Icicle, icicle, where are you going? I have a hiding place when spring marches in... Will you keep watch for me? I hear them calling... Gonna lay down... Gonna lay down... Greeting the monster in our Easter dresses... Father says, "Bow your head, like the Good Book says." Well, I think the Good Book is missing some pages... Gonna lay down... Gonna lay down... And when my hand touches myself, I can finally rest my head; And when they say "Take of his body", I think I'll take from mine instead... Getting off, getting off, while they're all downstairs; Singing prayers - sing away - He's in my pumpkin PJs... Lay your book on my chest: "Feel the Word, feel the Word, Feel the Word, feel the Word, Feel the Word... feel it..." I could have, I should have; I could have flown, you know, well... I could have, I should have; I didn't... so... Icicle, icicle, where are you going? I have a hiding place when spring marches in... Will you keep watch for me? I hear them calling... Gonna lay down... Gonna lay down... Lay... down... Gonna lay down.