Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - Mr. Heatmiser Lyrics
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Mr. Heatmiser
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What Are The Lyrics For Mr. Heatmiser By Big Bad Voodoo Daddy?
I'm Mr. White Christmas
I'm Mr. Cool. I'm Mr. Icicle I'm Mr. 10 below Friends call me Snow Miser Whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch! I'm too much He's mister white Christmas He's mister snow He's mister icicle He's mister ten below Friends call me Snow Miser Whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch! I'm too much I never wanna know a day That's over 40 degrees. I'd rather have it 30,20 then 5. Let It Freeze! He's mister white Christmas He's mister snow He's mister icicle He's mister ten below Friends call me Snow Miser Whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch! I'm too much I'm Mr. green Christmas I'm Mr. Sun. I'm Mr. Heat Blister I'm Mr. One Hundred and one They call me Heat Miser Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much! He's mister Heat Miser He's mister sun He's mister heat blister He's mister hundred and one They call me Heat Miser Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch. He's too much I never wanna know a day That's under 60 degrees. I'd rather have it 80, 90, 100 degrees! (hot chorus) They call me Heat Miser Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much Too much! |
Who Wrote Mr. Heatmiser By Big Bad Voodoo Daddy?
Jules Bass, Maury Laws
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What's The Duration Of The Mr. Heatmiser By Big Bad Voodoo Daddy?The duration of Mr. Heatmiser is 4:22 minutes and seconds. |
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