Pingu in the Igloo Songtext
von Tom Rosenthal

You looked liked Pingu in the Igloo
Your nose was cold, you showed me the icicle,
That you found, hanging from the roof

I remember your entrance to the room I was in
And the half pint glass you were holding,
That made you look bigger than you were

You drew a charming stick man on my left hand
And you told me not to wash it off.
We loved you, we loved you.