**(Verse 1)**

The plane flies through the blizzard and thunder,

Minus forty outside once again.

We've been up for two shifts, it's no wonder,

By lunchtime we must start the machine.

Somewhere there, past the mountains, in apartments,

Family sleeps and a cat softly purrs.

While our rig in the ice rules the planet,

And two months of hard work now occur!

**(Chorus)**

Hey, let's party, you men — rotational crew!

From payday until snowstorms break through!

Blasters, fitters, wild drilling wolves out here,

Just our real brothers, holding it dear!

Health may leave us drop by single drop,

But with pride, we will never give up!

Huge respect to you lads, endless glory,

To the ones who extract peace from the ground!