I'm Mr. White Christmas,
I'm Mr. Snow.
I'm Mr. Icicle,
I'm Mr. Ten Below.
Friends call me Snow Miser,
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch!
I'm too much.
Mini Misers:
He's Mr. White Christmas
He's Mr. Snow!
Snow Miser:
(Spoken:That's right!)
Mini Misers:
He's Mr. Icicle,
He's Mr. Ten Below!
Snow Miser:
Friends call me Snow Miser,
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch.
Mini Misers:
He's too much!
Snow Miser:
I never want to know a day that's over forty degrees,
I'd rather have it thirty, twenty, ten, five, and let it freeze!
Mini Misers:
He's Mr. White Christmas
He's Mr. Snow!
Snow Miser: (Spoken: That's right!)
Mini Misers:
He's Mr. Icicle,
He's Mr. Ten Below!
Snow Miser:
Friends call me Snow Miser,
What ever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch!
Too much.
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