Wayback Machine: Frosty the Hitman

I don't remember how old I was when I discovered the genius that is Weird Al, but I remember the album: Bad Hair Day.  With that, my eyes were opened to the wonderful world of song parodies.  I'm pretty sure that I was still in elementary school when I helped my brother write this one.  To this day, I have trouble with the proper words.

This might go a ways toward explaining why I'm so fucked up.  Enjoy.

Frosty the Hitman
Was a jolly, happy soul
With a shotgun and
A shovel to
Bury you deep in the snow

Frosty the Hitman
Was an ex-convict, they say
The floor was made of stone
But the cops don't know
How he slipped from jail that day

There must have been
Some magic in
That old shotgun he found
For when he placed it in his hands
It began to shoot around

Oh, Frosty the Hitman
Knew the gun was hot that day
So he said, "Let's run
And I'll kill someone
Now before they run away!"

Down through the village
With a shotgun in his hand
Running here and there
All around the square
Saying, "Catch me if you can!

His spree ran down
The streets of town
Right to that traffic cop
And he didn't pause a moment when
He heard her holler, "Stop!"

For Frosty the Hitman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye
Saying, "Don't you try
To catch me anyway."

Bangity-bang-bang
Bangity-bang-bang
Look at the blood flow
Bangity-bang-bang
Bangity-bang-bang
Over the hills of snow