Snow Miser: I’m Mister White Christmas, I’m Mister Snow.
I’m Mister Icicle; I’m Mister Ten below.
Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch,
turns to snow in my clutch.
I’m too much.
Minions: He’s Mister White Christmas, he’s Mister Snow.
Snow Miser: That’s right!
Minions: He’s Mister Icicle; he’s Mister Ten below.
Snow Miser: Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch,
turns to snow in my clutch.
Minions: He’s too much.
I never want to know a day that’s over 40°,
I’d rather have it 30, 20, 10, 5 and let it freeeee-eeeeze…!
Minions: He’s Mister White Christmas, he’s Mister Snow.
Snow Miser: That’s right!
Minions: He’s Mister Icicle; he’s Mister Ten below.
Snow Miser: Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch,
turns to snow in my clutch.
Too much.
Minions: Too much!
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