When the ice has ruts and is marred by marks,
You can’t zoom over in a trice easily.
So it must be reshaped, oh, it must re reglazed—
Gotta call on the Zam-Zamboni.
We’re callin’, callin’: “Zamboni
Yo! Zamboni
Go! Zam-Zamboni, Zamboni!”

I you try to make turns upon ugly ruts, you’ll fall
You’ll be shoutin’: “Busted butt’s hurtin’ me!”
Gotta cry-, gotta cryogenize—that is clear.
Though ass strong, must have Zam-Zamboni.
We’re callin’, callin’: “Zamboni
Yo! Zamboni
Go! Zam-Zamboni, Zamboni!!”

We’re fallin’, fallin’: Zamboni
Yo! Zamboni
Go! Zam-Zamboni, Zamboni.

When the guy gets the machine on ugly ruts, no falls.
You’ll be shoutin’: “Ugly ruts ’vederci!”
That is why, that is why they need get it out here—
No gaffes on ice after Zamboni.
No fallin’, fallin’. . .Zamboni,
Yo! Zamboni,
Go! Zam-Zamboni, Zamboni.

Whenever ice is rubble, go for Zamboni,
Slow Zamboni.
Its fans shout: “Go Zam-Zamboni!!”