Frostbite, the Snow Nude

♪ Frostbite, the Snow Nude, ♪
is a jolly, happy soul,
with a goofy smile and a runny nose
and his nipples hard as coal!

Frostbite, the Snow Nude,
is a crazy guy, they say.
When he runs through snow everybody knows
he’ll be red and sore for days.

There must have been some magic in
that old bath towel he found,
for when he stepped from his hot tub,
he began to dance around!

Oh, Frostbite, the Snow Nude,
is as nude as he can be,
and he laughs and plays on most any day
with a high of 33°F!

Floppity flop flop,
floppity flop flop,
look at Frostbite go!
Floppity flop flop,
floppity flop flop,
over the hills of snow.

Frostbite, the Snow Nude,
knew the wind was fierce that morn,
so he said, “Let’s run and we’ll have some fun,
naked just as we were born!”

Down to the village,
with a camera in his hand,
running here and there all around the square
saying, “Catch me if you can!”

He led us down the streets of town
right to the traffic cop.
And he only paused a moment when
he heard him holler “Stop!”

For Frostbite, the Snow Nude,
had to hurry on his way,
but he waved to me, saying “Stay clothesfree,
I’ll be back again some day.”

Floppity flop flop,
floppity flop flop,
look at Frostbite go!
Floppity flop flop,
floppity flop flop,
over the hills of snow.

(an obvious parody of “Frosty the Snowman,” written by Steve “Jack” Rollins and Steve Nelson, and first recorded by Gene Autry in 1950)