Snow Miser vs. Heat Miser
I'm Mister White Christmas
I'm Mister Snow
I'm Mister Icicle
I'm Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much
He's Mister White Christmas
He's Mister Snow (that's right)
He's Mister Icicle
He's Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
He's too much
I never wanna know a day
That's over 40 degrees
I'd rather have it 30, 25 and minus three
I like it freezing cold
How longer, I say
It's my turn to sing
I'm Mister Green Christmas
I'm Mister Sun
I'm Mister Heat Blister
I'm Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
It starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much
He's Mister Green Christmas
He's Mister Sun (oh, that's me)
He's Mister Heat Blister
He's Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
It starts to melt in my clutch
He's too much
I never wanna know a day that's under 60 degrees
I'd rather have it 80, 90, 100 degrees
Oh, some like it hot, but I like it really, really hot
It should be cold at Christmastime, not the sun
Not at Christmas, it's warm, I like big trees at Christmas frosty
No, no, no, snowman, icicles, snow blobs
Get out of here, your brain's frozen, slumpy head
What? Frozen? I'm not frozen, I'm smarter, December, snow, Christmas
Get out of here, I'll give you a heat blister
You wanna icicle in the head there sandman
Hey, hey, don't, watch ou-, I'll give you a fireball buddy
You can't do that, (ah, just watch me)
I'm Mister Snow
I'm Mister Icicle
I'm Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much
He's Mister White Christmas
He's Mister Snow (that's right)
He's Mister Icicle
He's Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
He's too much
I never wanna know a day
That's over 40 degrees
I'd rather have it 30, 25 and minus three
I like it freezing cold
How longer, I say
It's my turn to sing
I'm Mister Green Christmas
I'm Mister Sun
I'm Mister Heat Blister
I'm Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
It starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much
He's Mister Green Christmas
He's Mister Sun (oh, that's me)
He's Mister Heat Blister
He's Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
It starts to melt in my clutch
He's too much
I never wanna know a day that's under 60 degrees
I'd rather have it 80, 90, 100 degrees
Oh, some like it hot, but I like it really, really hot
It should be cold at Christmastime, not the sun
Not at Christmas, it's warm, I like big trees at Christmas frosty
No, no, no, snowman, icicles, snow blobs
Get out of here, your brain's frozen, slumpy head
What? Frozen? I'm not frozen, I'm smarter, December, snow, Christmas
Get out of here, I'll give you a heat blister
You wanna icicle in the head there sandman
Hey, hey, don't, watch ou-, I'll give you a fireball buddy
You can't do that, (ah, just watch me)
Credits
Writer(s): Maury Laws
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