Should you go out, my love, when it’s freezing cold
To get some cocoa that is hot?
The glow of moon is caught in a stranglehold,
Which leaves the land so peril-fraught.

For many hours and days, it’s gone on so long,
The snow has made a frightening mess.
If you must go outside and work with your hands,
I bid you well, I give the best.

All of my gloves,
All of my gloves,
Oh, all of my gloves to you.

All of my gloves,
All of my gloves,
Oh, all of my gloves to you.

The roads are closed; the plows are out yet again.
Will they unclear it all in time?
My Marianne, don’t walk away in disdain,
I’d still love you beyond your prime.

Oh, all of my gloves,
All of my gloves,
Oh, all of my gloves to you.

All of my gloves,
All of my gloves,
Yes, all of my gloves to you, woman.

[Instrumental, including a cameo by Mozart]

Your hand, it mocks; my hand, it feeds the whole world.
His is the one that weather’s wrought.
Our fire dies down, and yet we haven’t unfurled,
Let’s get some cocoa that is hot.

Oh, all of my gloves,
All of my gloves,
Oh, all of my gloves to you, now.

All of my gloves,
Oh oh,
Oh, all of my gloves to you.

All of my gloves,
All of my gloves,
All of my gloves, gloves.

Saddam! [x4]*

Hey hey hey, hey.
Hey hey hey.
Ooh yeah.

They’re all, all, all, all of my gloves.
All of my gloves,
All of my gloves to you, now.

All of my gloves,
All of my gloves,
All of my gloves to, to, you, you, you, you and you.

I get a little bit chilly,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit…

[fade out]