Heat Miser / Cold Miser

Snow Miser's version

Snow Miser: I'm Mister White Christmas, I'm Mister Snow.
I'm Mister Icicle; I'm Mister Ten below.
Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch,
turns to snow in my clutch.
I'm too much.

Minions: He's Mister White Christmas, he's Mister Snow.
Snow Miser: That's right!
Minions: He's Mister Icicle; he's Mister Ten below.
Snow Miser: Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch,
turns to snow in my clutch.
Minions: He's too much.

I never want to know a day that's over 40°,
I'd rather have it 30, 20, 10, 5 and let it freeeee-eeeeze...!

Minions: He's Mister White Christmas, he's Mister Snow.
Snow Miser: That's right!
Minions: He's Mister Icicle; he's Mister Ten below.
Snow Miser: Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch,
turns to snow in my clutch.
Too much.

Minions: Too much!

Heat Miser's version

Heat Miser: I'm Mister Green Christmas, I'm Mister Sun.
I'm Mister Heat Blister, I'm Mister 101.
They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch,
starts to melt in my clutch.
I'm too much.

Minions: He's Mister Green Christmas, he's Mister Sun.
He's Mister Heat Blister, he's Mister 101.
Heat Miser: They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch,
starts to melt in my clutch.
Minions: He's too much.
Heat Miser: Thank you.

I never want to know a day that's under 60°,
I'd rather have it 80, 90, 100's a breeze!

[speech]
Oh, some like it hot, but I like it really hot! [chortles]

Minions: He's Mister Green Christmas, he's Mister Sun.
Heat Miser: Sing it!
Minions: He's Mister Heat Blister, he's Mister 101.
Heat Miser: They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch,
starts to melt in my clutch.
I'm too much.