I'm Mr. White Christmas
I'm Mr. Snow
I'm Mr. Icicle
I'm Mr. Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much
He's Mr. White Christmas
He's Mr. Snow (oh, they're talking about me, baby)
He's Mr. Icicle
He's Mr. Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
He's too much
I never wanna know a day
That's over 40 degrees
I'd rather have a 30, 20, ten, five
And let it freeze
He's Mr. White Christmas
He's Mr. Snow (that's right)
He's Mr. Icicle
He's Mr. Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much
I'm Mr. Green Christmas
I'm Mr. Sun
I'm Mr. Heat Blister
I'm Mr. Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much
Ha!
Hey, come on, tell 'em I'm here
He's Mr. Green Christmas
He's Mr. Sun (you're gonna love me)
He's Mr. Heat Blister
He's Mr. Hundred and One (that's right)
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
Sing it (he's too much)
I never wanna know a day that's under 60 degrees
I'd rather have it 80, 90, a one hundred degrees
Oh my god
He's Mr. Green Christmas
He's Mr. Sun (you're gonna die)
He's Mr. Heat Blister
He's Mr. Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I am too much
Drums, guitar
For God's sake, turn it up a little bit
Damn