Hoth…What Can I Do?
Here is a little something I came up with over the weekend. My friend Jeff inspired me to write this….
Sung to the tune of Kiss’s “BETH”
Hoth, your temps are fallin
And my tauntaun smells real foul
Me and Luke are surveyin
And there’s wampas on the prowl…
Just a few more hours, and I’ll blast right off of you
Got bounty hunters a callin
But Hoth, what can I do?
Your cold air makes me blue….