I'm Mister White Christmas!
I'm Mister Snow!
I'm Mister Icicle!
I'm Mister Ten Below!

They call me "Cold Miser"--
whatever I touch
turns to snow in my clutch.
I'm too much!

I never want to know a day
that's over forty degrees
Just make it thirty
twenty
ten below, baby!
Let it freeeeeeze! B-b-b-b-b-b-b-brrr!

He's Mister White Christmas!
He's Mister Snow!
--That's right!
He's Mister Icicle!
He's Mister Ten Below!

Friends call me "Cold Miser"--
whatever I touch
turns to snow in my clutch...
I'm too much...

TOO MUCH!

-The Gneech