Oh, It's the Bob and Tom Show. They call me frosted. A made from snow, a pair of shades, a carrot nose, I come alive, you know it said,

When some brat put this hat on my head,

I'm exhausted, I'm full of hail.

But ain't no myth, no fairy tale.

They ain't scared of nothing.

God, I see my veins.

When the sun come up on a drip drip drip on the drain

Phala la la la la.

La la la.

My dad is a la, yeah.

My dad is a glacier.

My mama's a lake, my sister's a snow cone, my brother's a flake, I'm made out of snow,

I do as I please. I never stop when the cop hollers freeze I'm frosted I'm full of hail

I ain't noinn of nothing.

Got ice in my veins.

When the sun comes up

I'm on a drip, drip, drip, drip, I'm dry.

Ah, yeah. drip down the dry.

So please, Mr. Satter, don't you be a teaser. All I want for Christmas is a great big freezer.

Get me raw skin.

I'm full of hail.

But ain't no myth.

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