Frosty the Crackhead

Frosty the Crackhead
Was a rundown weary bum
With a swollen nose and
Two Bloodshot eyes
And a small flask full of rum

Frosty the Crackhead
Was a no good bum they say
He was dirty and old
But the children know
how he came to life one day

There must have been some magic
In that old surenge they found
For when they injected it in his arm
He began to dance around

Frosty the Crackhead
Was as high as he could be
And the children say
That he cursed all day
And pissed on the snow covered trees

Frosty the Crackhead
Knew that he would soon come down
So he said let's go
I'll put on a show
Brighten up the entire town

Down to the nightclub
With a razor blade in his hand
Cutting the skin and hair
Of the people there
And attacking the hired band

He stumbled down
The streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
And he didn't pause a moment when
He heard him holler "Stop"

Because, Frosty the Crackhead
Had to run himself a race
But the cop did rush
Beat Frosty's face to mush
Then Sprayed his eyes with mace

So, Frosty the Snowman
Was taken off to the jail
Where he'd spend the night
Maybe have a fight
But surely never make bail

Thumpity thump thump
Thumpity thump thump
Look at Frosty go
Thumpity thump thump
Thumpity thump thump
Jerking off in the snow

Thumpity thump thump
Thumpity thump thump
Look at Frosty go
Thumpity thump thump
Thumpity thump thump
Beating up hookers and hos