Frosty The Dope Man

The Dope Man was a turned on good by trade With a hashish pie, and a bag of grass, and two keys he made the grade Oh Frosty, the Dope Man was a pusher man, they say Well he sold some snow, and the kiddies know how it's cut and how it's made There must have been some magic in that old round joint they found

For when they lived the bugger up they began to dance around But Frosty the Dope Man was as rich as he could know And the kiddies say he can wheel and deal way down in Mexico He can beat, get you any man to grass So he said smoke up and you'll get really messed up with all this dynamite stash

Well down through the heads in Washington Square saying You wanna buy some reds? Well he went down to the streets of town right to the plainhose cop A little bit when he heard him holler, stop But Frosty the Dope man couldn't stop to socialize So he waits along saying it'll be long before you get any special bummer conceits

I'll get you anything that you need