FROSTY THE WINO
Frosty the Wino
Was a jolly, happy soul
With bloodshot eyes and a runny nose
And tattered smelly clothes
Down through the village
With a brown bag in his hand
Stumblin' here and there
All around the square
Mumblin' things you can't understand
There must have been
Some liquor in
That bottle that he found
For when he put it to his lips
He began to dance around
Now Frosty the Wino
Might be a bum, you see
But with a drink or two
To celebrate the yule
He acts the same as you and me!
Frosty the Wino
Was a jolly, happy soul
With bloodshot eyes and a runny nose
And tattered smelly clothes
Down through the village
With a brown bag in his hand
Stumblin' here and there
All around the square
Mumblin' things you can't understand
There must have been
Some liquor in
That bottle that he found
For when he put it to his lips
He began to dance around
Now Frosty the Wino
Might be a bum, you see
But with a drink or two
To celebrate the yule
He acts the same as you and me!
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