Heat Miser sing-a-long
December 2, 2003
Sing it with me! (This means you! Yes, you. No, not you over there. You kind of scare me. But the rest of you, sing!)
Don’t know the words? First, shame on you. Secondly, relax…I shall enlighten you, my friend. Just read the expanded entry.
*(Feel like keeping it yourself? Just download it to your own server, okay? Thanks!
I’m Mister Green Christmas
I’m Mister Sun
I’m Mister Heat Blister
I’m Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Sun
He’s Mister Heat Blister
He’s Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
He’s too much!
Thank you!
I never want to see a day
That’s under sixty degrees
I’d rather have it eighty,
Ninety, one hundred degrees!
(spoken)
Oh, some like it hot, but I like it
REALLY hot! Hee hee!
He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Sun
Don King
Heat Miser Hairdo
Sing it!
He’s Mister Heat Blister
He’s Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
Too Much!
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