Mr. Frosty Man - Sufjan Stevens

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

Mr. Frosty Man

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 sits beside the air conditioning

But, Mr. Frosty, don’t be bossy, winter’s coming soon

And when it snows again, Frosty