bouncyI'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
