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!
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Author:
Rob (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
I absolutely LOVE this piece!!!! Me too!....you took a familiar favourite song and excellently put different lyrics to it! I like to do that myself....and I was singing this as I read it!!! Superb!
It made me laugh out loud after the first stanza, and then even louder at the end! I just loved this one!
Excellent story lines too!
I love it!
Thanx, I didn't think anybody would like this poem. Thank you 🙂
i would want to meet frosty the dope man...amazing character sketch man....absolutely loved it
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