Frosty the Dope Man

Frosty the dope man is a scary guy they say

He is made of blow and the children know

He keeps his stash in Santa’s slay

There must have been something tragic in that raggedy bag he found

For when he smoked it through his pipe he fell right to the ground

Oh, Frosty the dope man was as high he could be,
He would smoke all day
And he’d drift away

Then he went on a munching spree

Choppety chop chop

Choppety chop chop

Why is Frosty sniffing snow?

Choppety chop chop

Choppety chop chop

His nose is starting to glow

 

Frosty the dopeman

Always had to have his way

He’d say come son

Let’s smoke this ton

Then let’s dig in the ashtray

Down to his old hood

With two pounds in his hand

He’d slang all night

And he’d get into a fight

But he’d still make a couple grand

Frosty the dope man

Forgot he was holding some cocaine

So he got a little nervous

Thought he saw secret service

Threw everything out but the Mary Jane

That was the day he got busted

For holding and intension to sell

Ten pounds of coke and a pound of weed

Landed him straight in hell

Choppety chop chop

Choppety chop chop

Frosty is on the go

Choppety chop chop

Choppety chop chop

The man made out of blow!