The root of Popcorn Songs

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

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2 Responses to The root of Popcorn Songs

  1. Anonymous says:

    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

  2. Matt Hicks says:

    I sense the presence of Rob P!

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