Ode to Irene....sung to the tune of "Addicted to Love":
The lights aren't on
And I'm not home
This gal named Rita, is on my phone
My pits are sweatin'
My food is spoiled
The kids are wired
The gridman's boiled
Ohh, you might be thinking that it's fun in the dark
But just wait until you're wiping and your underwear sparks
And you might be thinking that your ice will be fine
But just open up that cooler and your hands will be mine
(There is no end to this song, just as there seems to be no end to our power outage. Feel free to add your own ending to this song in the comments below!)
The lights aren't on
And I'm not home
This gal named Rita, is on my phone
My pits are sweatin'
My food is spoiled
The kids are wired
The gridman's boiled
Ohh, you might be thinking that it's fun in the dark
But just wait until you're wiping and your underwear sparks
And you might be thinking that your ice will be fine
But just open up that cooler and your hands will be mine
(There is no end to this song, just as there seems to be no end to our power outage. Feel free to add your own ending to this song in the comments below!)
