Dreamflower's Mathom-house

make a filk.

Forgive me.

The Heat Goes On

The heat goes on, the heat goes on
The sun keeps pounding, pounding on my brain
La dee da dee dee, la dee da dee da

It's one-hundred ten out in the shade, uh huh
(Or forty-three point three in centigrade), uh huh
Can't mow the grass 'cause it's all dead, uh huh
I'd rather shovel snow instead, uh huh

The heat goes on, the heat goes on
La dee da dee dee, la dee da dee da

The grocery stores are out of ice, uh huh
And air conditioning's mighty nice, uh huh
They'll need extra postage to send the electric bill,
If the sun doesn't get you the utility companies will.

The heat goes on, the heat goes on
La dee da dee dee, la dee da dee da

Grandpas sit in chairs and reminisce
About the last time it was hot as this.
The sun keeps getting hotter all the time
It's too hot to think of another rhyme…

The heat goes on, the heat goes on
The sun keeps pounding, pounding on my brain
La dee da dee dee, la dee da dee da

(Come to think of it, the lyrics are no lamer than the original...)

I've posted a little something for the season over at hobbit_holidays --

Summary: A Shire Yuletide song of the early Fourth Age, made popular by Thain Peregrin I. The words are said to have been written by Meriadoc the Magnificent, Master of Buckland.
Rating: G
(Author’s Notes: This is a filk, based on the song “Christmas in Killarney”, written by John Redmond, James Cavanaugh and Frank Weldon in 1950, and made popular by Bing Crosby. I woke up last night with the song as an earworm, and realized that the main phrase in the chorus scanned to “Yuletide in the Shire-lands”. Everything comes back to hobbits in the end…)

Yuletide in the Shire-lands