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.
