[Sung to the tune of "Goldfinger" by Shirley Bassey:]
It's the train, the train on a frigid track.
An endless track.
Such a cold piercer!
Get on board, prepare for some abuse.
Avoid the caboose!
Solar heat is a thing of the past,
And the passengers are split up by caste.
Poor shlubs in back know nothing fiercer
Than the guy in charge of the Snowpiercer.
Miserable saps, beware his loyal slaves