Conan the Snowman, was a fierce barbaric soul,
With a sword of steel and a battle cry, total victory was his goal.

Conan the Snowman, is a fantasy, they say.
He was from far North, but the children know, he raided their village one day.

There must have been some anger in that well-worn blade he held,
For when he swung it round his head, his enemies they were felled.

Oh, Conan, the Snowman, was alive as he could be;
and the children say he could laugh and slay,
any man and his family.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
look at their heads roll.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
vanquishing his foe.

Conan the Snowman, knew the sun was hot that day,
so he said, “Let’s fight, all day and all night, until rain washes the blood away.”

Raging through the village, with his deadly sword in hand,
Running here and there, all around the square, sayin’, “Kill me if you can.”

Then he wandered east to a fearsome beast and met it eye to eye.
and only paused a moment, when we heard him scream out, “Die!”

For Conan, the Snowman, made all his enemies pay,
But he waved goodbye, sayin’ “You better cry,
I’ll be back again some day.”