(Mogg/Moore) 


Hey now

This year I've been feeling kinda weary

Oh, next year I may not come back at all

Sometimes I hear the angels singing

Or I can hear my mother's call


Give me a cadillac for a carriage

And you'll hear my name 

Whispering through the trees

You can call me Mr. Black 

You can call me Mr. Grey

Or you can call me simply,

Call me Mr. Freeze


And tonight I'm feeling kinda beautiful

Tonight I'm feeling kinda warm

And there's a touch of humour 

In everything I see

Oh there's a touch of scorn


Give me a Mercedes for my baggage

And hear my name on the breeze

You can all me Mr. Black

You can all me Mr. Green

Or you can call me simply,

Call me Mr. Freeze


If you please. Mr. Freeze


Solo


Give me a cadillac for a carriage

And you'll hear my name 

Whispering through the trees

You can call me Mr. Black 

You can call me Mr. Grey

Or you can call me simply,

Call me Mr. Freeze


Give me a Mercedes for my baggage

And hear my name on the breeze

You can all me Mr. Black

You can all me Mr. Green

Or you can call me simply,

Call me Mr. Freeze


If you please