Frosty the pervert
In a trench coat he did go
To the school yard to expose his dick and balls made out of snow

Frosty the pervert
All the kids he liked to watch
His dick did grow when he packed snow
On his cold and icy crotch

There must have must have been some magic
When he stroked his frozen meat
Cause frosty started moaning loud
And it began to sleet

Frosty the pervert
Was as glad as he could get
He threw away his corn cob pipe
And lit a ciggerette

Frosty the pervert
Didn't want to go to jail
He began to run
While dripping cum
And the cops picked up his trail

Down to the village
His dick melting in his hand
Running here and there
All around the square
Yelling "catch me if you can."
They chased him down the streets of town
Right to a vice squad cop
Who shoved a night stick up his ass
And Frosty screamed "Don't stop! Ooh!"

Frosty the pervert
Was locked up that very day
But he did not cry
As he waved good bye knowing he'd be back someday

Beating his meat
All over the streets
Look at Frosty go

Sliding his hands
All over his glands
His cum is white as snow