Frosty, the Hitman was a killer from the bay
All the wise guys know he was cold as snow
Known from Chi-town to L.A.

Frosty, the Hitman used to work for Al Capone
He was debonair, he had slicked back hair
And a heart made out of stone

They say he must be magic for he never muffed a job
He even found the perfect way to get to slipp’ry Bob

Frosty, the Hitman was as careful as can be
Never stayed too long when the job was done
Left no clues for cops to see

Frosty, the Hitman knew the heat was on that day
So he told his Don, sorry boss, I’m gone
‘Fore the rats give me away

Gone into hiding with a cannon in each hand
Said “They won’t take me, just you wait and see”
“I ain’t goin’ to the can”

There must have been a stoolie at the social club that day
For the cops knew where to look for him when they blew his ass away

Rat-a-tat tat tat Rat-a-ta tat tat
Look at those G-men go

Rat-a-tat tat tat Rat-a-tat tat tat
Puttin’ on quite a show

Frosty, the Hitman was a killer from the bay
All the wise guys know he was cold as snow
Known from Chi-town to L.A.

Frosty, the Hitman is interred in sacred ground
Indulgence did pay for his wicked ways
So I guess he’s not hell bound