So, Popcorn Songs is going back to its roots. That is, it’s the tribute to Popcorn Lady, in the form of silly rewrites of songs, who makes game nights more enjoyable for those hungry gamers longing for a giant bowl of the best popcorn mix ever.
It’s the time of the evening
When the popcorn comes
In this time don’t start any big scenes
‘Cause you’ll never get them done
No don’t start any combats
No, no, no
The bowl covers the whole map
It’s the time of the evening for popcorn
Right on! Glad to see the blogger.com blog back up. And in honor of the grand re-opening, here’s:
The Dwarven Dirge of the Popcorn* Lady
Popcorn Uzbad
Popcorn-nâla
Mênu kibil-gabil
[Translation from Khuzdul:
Popcorn Lady
The source of popcorn
You are great like silver]
* N.B.: Since maize was not introduced to the world at large until the 15th Century of The Seventh Age, there is technically no known word for “popcorn” in the Dwarven tongue.
And, of course, the version that started it all:
Popcorn Lady Blues
Lyrics by Matt H. & Rob P.
Music by Robert Johnson
Oh, I’s so lonesome
Hear me weep and moan
Oh, I’s so lonesome
You can hear me weep and moan
Gots to find that popcorn lady
‘Cause she makes it feel like home
I seen the flashin’ lights, mama
Your corn’s about to blow
[Spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my microwave]
Down in this machine
I seen the flashin’ lights, mama
Your corn’s about to blow
Got some corn in this conventional oven baby
It’s way down below
Oh honest it’s good, mama
A bounty of popcorn oil
Oh honest it’s good, mama
A bounty of popcorn oil
I got a popcorn lady that I’m lovin’
Way down in Arkansas…
Now, you know the coils ain’t even burnin’
Little kernels won’t get to pop
Microwave’s in bad condition,
You gotta have this butter charred
But I’m cryin’, please, pluh-hease don’t do me wrong
Who been poppin’ my Reddenbacher now for you since I been gone
Mr. hungry man, pluh-hease don’t block the bowl
Puh-lea-ea-ease don’t block the bowl
‘Cause she’s openin’ a cold one, honey
And I’m hooked on that kettle corn
Mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
You-ou-ou-ou, you hear me weep and moan
Who been poppin’ my Reddenbacher now for you-hoo since I been gone
I’m ‘on get deep down that bowl
Wrangle my fistful of corn
I’m ‘on get deep down that bowl
Wrangle my fistful of corn
An’ when I find them little kernels
I crunch ‘em all night long
Comment by Anonymous — Monday, 3/26/07 @ 3:02 pm
I sense the presence of Rob P!
Comment by Matt Hicks — Thursday, 3/29/07 @ 12:00 pm