Crafty the Conman (to the tune of frosty the snowman)


Crafty the Conman, was a shifty, hapless soul.
With a list of gripes and financial woes and a lifetime on the dole.
Crafty the Conman, is a no good fraud they say.
He laid in the snow, but the story goes that he slipped and fell that day.

There must have been some magic in the brace his lawyer found.
For when he placed it on his neck, he could no longer dance around!
Oh, Crafty the Conman, claimed total disability.
But the surveillance says he could laugh and play, Just the same as you and me.

Chachingity, ching, ching, chachingity, ching, ching.
He’s looking for more dough.
Chachingity, ching, ching, chachingity, ching, ching.
The pile of reports grow.

Crafty the Conman, didn’t know the PI was out that day.
So he said, “Let’s run and we’ll have some fun. ‘Cause I’ll be rich from my claim one day.”
Up to Whistler village, with a snowboard in his hand.
Swishing here and there, doing flips in the air. Sayin’, “Catch me if you can.”

But when he went to court downtown and the evidence did drop.
The judge paused a moment, when he heard him holler, “Stop!”
Crafty the Conman’s claim was dismissed with costs to pay.
But he waved goodbye, sayin’, “I won’t cry, I’ll be back again some day.”