Hoth Out There

Quite a blustery blizzard blowing outside, huh? What started as a silly song in my head while walking to Dahl's through our little snowpocalypse today, became the bulk of this blog post...

@scottrocketship and @amandambarr asked for it on Twitter. Be careful what you wish for yo! Word to your mother ship!

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Hoth Out There
To the tune of Hot In Here by Nelly
Apologies to Nelly

Luke was like, good gracious, Force is bodacious
Invasions, filled with those lasers
Lookin for my weapon cuz we're starting to freeze
Cuttin tauntaun belly and it stinks and it steams
Wish we were leavin, instead I start heavin
Poor Skywalker and all uh his demons
Check it, got a few secrets, quite a few reasons
Princess, dark dad, hand is bleedin
Right hand, nothin up that sleeve, no teasin
Need to get away from the Blizzard Force
Droids can open garbage compactor doors
Han feels like Maverick's Goose, Leia feels like touching Luke (ick!)
Her buns are tight but Leia's loose, Han can really be obtuse

It's gettin Hoth out there, so put on all your clothes
It is gettin so Hoth, I wanna put my clothes on
It's gettin Hoth out there, so put on all your clothes
It is gettin so Hoth, I wanna put my clothes on

Let the Wookiee shout!

Chewbacca's in the cockpit poppin the throttle
Han's chillin next to him, droppin that bottle
The Millennium Falcon's an elaborate model
So many knobs and buttons it makes the mind boggle
Stalled snowspeeder, hell no didn't park it
Need some arctic Jawas, time to spark it
Hear that slow bass thump? AT-AT walked it
Rebels so tasty make a wampa stalk it
Cold freezing upside down in this joint
Crazy mutant icicles, Luke's getting the point
Come on over lightsaber and cut me loose
Or that hungry Hoth Yeti's gonna cook my goose
So layer it on before you leave home
Or pour syrup on your head like a chilly snow cone
Obi-Wan's your master, Han's your best friend
Puttin caps in Vader's ass til the mother fuckin end

It's gettin Hoth out there, so put on all your clothes
It is gettin so Hoth, I wanna put my clothes on
It's gettin Hoth out there, so put on all your clothes
It is gettin so Hoth, I wanna put my clothes on

Mix a little bit of R2
With a little bit of D2
Give a little bit of C3
With a little bit of PO
With a little bit of Jabba
And a sprinkle of that Hutt Hutt

Stop spacin, Hoth's a waste bin
Store that shit in the Echo Base-ment
That kid's sure a wiz at pod racin
Midichlorian count much more'n a trace in
Ewoks, Ewoks, speeder bikes zoom
Snarin AT-STs, makin em swoon
Endor Forest Rangers not Daniel Boone
Hoth's the 6th planet with 3 mother fuckin moons

It's gettin Hoth out there, so put on all your clothes
It is gettin so Hoth, I wanna put my clothes on
It's gettin Hoth out there, so put on all your clothes
It is gettin so Hoth, I wanna put my clothes on

Mix a little bit of IG
With a little bit of 88
Give a little bit of Darth Darth
With a little bit of Vader
With a little bit of Boba
And a sprinkle of that Fett Fett

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Note: I'm a Star Wars FAN, not a Star Wars FANATIC. I'd apologize for inaccuracies, but it's a parody. If you can't have fun with it, yank my Yankovic. Wink!

Be safe out there! Beware the wayward wampa! RANCOR!

Chris