eyjafjallajökull, mon amour
oh eyjafjallajökull, you’re so hot
i’m in love, who would have thought
with a volcano, that goes boom
struting his sensual mantle plume
some may want you to die
you’ve put the world on stand by
but me i want to be your lover
so fill me, fill me with your lava
björk and sigur ros might as well quit
cause you’re iceland’s new hot shit
