I need a life.


Frosty the Hitman

Was a psychopathic soul

With a fat cigar and a bashed in nose

And a heart as black as coal

Oh,

Frosty the Hitman

Was as crazy as could be

And the witnesses claimed

That he killed and maimed

Normal folks like you and me

There must've been some amo

In that tommy gun he found

For in his shootout with the fuzz

He had several extra rounds

Oooooh

Frosty the Hitman

Saw more coppers on their way

So he grabbed his gun

'said "I'll have some fun, then,

Before I'm blown away."

Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-, rat-tat-tat, tat...

Look at Frosty go!

Through the Big Apple

With a Thompson in his hands

All around Time Square

Shootn' here and there

Yelling "Catch me if you can!"

They chased him through the city

To an ambush of more cops

And it still took seventeen more rounds

To make his heartbeat stop!

Oh,

Frosty the Hitman

As he slowly bled away

Unafraid of death

With his final breath

Chuckled "Guess crime doesn't pay."

The end.