Letras
We lived high on a mountain
In a cabin by a creek
We used to build our snowman
Every Christmas Eve
When we drank too much eggnog
Outside we'd have to go
Yes, Frosty he was made of yellow snow
Oh, Frosty
Folks think you're made of cheese
Or maybe just Chinese
We keep our little secret
So folks don't have to know
Why Frosty's always made of yellow snow
If only he was sparkling white
I guess the folks around here
Would not call him yellow
Like the coward of the county
Shame he smelled worse than a septic tank
That overflowed
Yes, Frosty he was made of yellow snow
Oh, Frosty
You're like pineapple ice
But you don't taste so nice
When summertime would come along
That toxic river flowed
All the way to Amarillo
You could smell that fine young fellow
Frosty he was made of yellow snow