It’s a good gig, bein' a snowman
They roll me up every year
Look at that little funny carrot nose
It brings folks so much cheer!

But the thing that makes me special
A little secret all of my own
I’m the only man of snow I know who’s full of other people’s bones

Y’know I’m not too sure how it got its name
But Donner Lake’s a beautiful scene
In fact I’m not too sure of plenty other things
Like where I got these fancy spleens

I guess some snow’s just gory
Which is why I’m so unique
I’m the only man of snow I know who’s got a couple sets of teeth

CHATTER WITH ME.

A snowman is a wish you make with winter’s heart
Speaking of hearts I’m packin' five a those, eleven toes, eight clavicles, how magical!

And when the spring brings the warming sun
Be sure to watch your step on your mornin run
Cause I’m the only man of snow I know who’s got somebody else’s tongue

Bring it home

I’m the only man of snow I know who’s full of other people’s bOWNEZ!

Snow Bones About It

LIFE it rules but it also kinda SUCKS
But you wanna stick around because it’s fun to do STUFF
If only you could rid yourself of all your enemies
Well have I got news for your my friend it’s simpler than it seems

Now you could talk it out and be real polite
Or you could slap em with a glove get in a fancy fight
But if ya wanna keep proceedings clean n fast
I got a pitch, ready for this?
POISON THEIR ASS

Take any recipe, add a drop of me
Round out your four course meal with a fatality
Bottom’s up but oh oh! your time is too!
When they take a little sip of my Bye Bye Juice

A toxic cocktail, an insidious blend
Gently stirred, quickly served for a premature end
Drop drop in the goblet then a couple drops more
They give it a swig, tick tock, bodies hittin the floor

Knock knock, it’s the landlord lookin for rent
And now that arsenic you bought seems like money well spent
Drop drop, "Come on in, grab a beer, help yourself!"
GOOD LUCK EVICTING ME WHEN YOU’RE BURNIN IN HELL

When your dentist tells you ya eat too many sweets
Or somebody at the movie’s like “I’m saving these seats”
Anybody on the road who doesn’t know to use their blinker
Keep it up and get a taste of what I been keepin in my tincture

Now let’s say ya got a list of people making ya pissed
Have ‘em over for some drinks, say Sierra Mist,
Clink clink, raise a glass, here’s to you everyone!
Just be sure to dig some graves, ya gonna need em, son!

A toxic cocktail an insidious blend
Gently stirred, quickly served for a premature end
So play nice, be a pal, refrain from showin your ass
Or you might just be the next one sippin your last

We’re the Bye Bye Brothers and we came to say
If anybody asks you didn't see us here today
When it comes to petty murder we are simply the best
But there are several warrants out for our arrest

Bye Bye Juice

Well there ain’t no better way to
Pass the tick tick tickin of the unrelenting march of time
Then flip flip flippin through a book like me
Why don’t ya crack my achin spine
Ya never know
Whatcha gonna find

You can study astrophysics or ontology,
The migratory paths of albacore,
Can even master twenty languages and still have room
For every detail of the Punic Wars
You’d be surprised
Whatcha can fit in your mind

Go on and jot a couple notes about the Tundra stoat
Or the roamin’ of magnetic poles
Or bout how long it’d take a crusty ol Tyrannosaur
To digest your learned body whole :'(
How bout a chapter on the history of cobalt blue,
Or the spores of the Wattieza tree,
Or how ol’ Frank Hayes won a steeplechase
Back in 1923
You’ll never grow just knowin
Whatcha already know  

Read, please
I beg you to appease
Every single little itchin
Curiosity
Cmon n gimme a leaf

Well you can read so much that you can spout
All hundred fifty four of ol’ Bill’s sonnets off the top of your head
And you can read so much the cowards
Of this world will hunt you down and lock you up til they shoot you dead

In any case
It’s nice to be well-read
(BOOKS)

Read, Please

Ron Weasley (Joey Richter) takes center stage as he sings about how he gets unnoticed.

A Very Potter Senior Year- Sidekick

Meteorite Song - Puppet History

Window Song - Puppet History Season 5

Hippodrome Song - Puppet History Season 6

I Need More Money

Oh well
Comin' outta my shell
Whoever knew that it could feel so swell

Yes sir, today
I’m here to stay
I’m sad that giant plupple passed away

Y’know, in all our lives we go through darkness 
For example I was hypnotized for many, many years and I’m frankly not too happy about it

But soon my troubles passed me by by by
But I’m unburdened and I’m feathery, and this bird is feelin' ready 
To take it to the sky

I wonder why
Those plupples made a king of such a simple guy
You’d think they’d want a ruler, maybe saner and a little cooler
Than a cracked egg with two vacant eyes

[Instrumental break feat. plupple chorus line]

Life in a shell can be hell if you're under a spell
But if ya do your best, I attest your tasty friends will take care of the rest

I once killed* the Pope with my friend Mike Soup
But he was bad so it was rad and now it’s firmly in the past and now I’m ready to fly the coop

Oh shoot
It’s been a hoot
Wish I could hang but, oh gosh dang, I gotta scoot

I think I’ll grab a ride with a holographic corn right by my side
Oh, by the way, I’m Dr. Goondis
So pleased to meet ya
Let's go and find your friends

Outta My Shell

The American Way

Human flotsam
Ain’t two words, that ya likely like to see

Oh but a sneaky German U-boat
Left a nasty little present
For the ol’ Britannic and me

Well I’m a propeller
Ain’t a violent feller
Choppin people up
ain’t my scene

Oh but Iceberg Charlie
Put the pedal to the metal
And what happened
Still haunts my dreams

Oh-well-a chop chop chop!
And-a scream scream scream!
Bodies floating in the sea
A-chop chop chop!
And-a scream scream scream!
HOW’D THIS BLOOD GET ALL OVER ME!!!!!

I’m a propeller
An awfully sorry feller
And all I ever wanted was a life of luxury
But World War One it ruined my fun
My life is misery