It's time to party, Mr frosty Man (Look out)

It's time to tango with the frisky
Frosty Frosty Man he's got a temperature of
Negative degrees again
He likes ice cream and Yo La
Tengo with the jammin' pants
You got to cool it with
The hipster costly Frosty Man
He's chillin', illin'
Thrillin' with the Mr saucy Pants
He likes to keep it real
He likes to talk a little sense
He's got a friend called Coolio, Vanilla Ice
And Ice Cube banana split and frozen pie
And Mr frosty Pants

Frosty Man
Frosty, Frosty, Frosty, Frosty, Frosty
Frosty, Frosty, Frosty, Frosty, Frosty
Frosty, Frosty, Frosty, Frosty, Frosty
Frosty, Frosty, Frosty, Frosty, Frosty
Frosty Man

Don't get his goat, he just might melt
And then he gets all mean when summer comes
He sit's beside the air conditioning
But, Mr frosty, don't be bossy
Winter's coming soon
And when it snows again, Frosty

Frosty mr frosty Pants
Yeah it's like a popsicle
Dairy Queen mr frosty

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Writer(s): Sufjan Stevens