Floridian Nights



They say inspiration strikes at the strangest of hours; this came about while blowing out the barn aisle with a leaf blower, leading me to sing it over and over to myself like a crazy person so I wouldn't forget the words. This little diddy brought to you by the power of Florida's irrepressible heat dome, sung to the tune of "Arabian Nights" from the one and only Aladdin.

Oh, I come from a land, such a far away place
Where the caravan gators roam
Where it's flat and immense
And the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but, hey, it's home

When the suns from the east and the storms from the west
Bring humidity to cause such a fright
Come on down, come inside
Where there's AC and hide
From another Floridian night

Floridian nights, like Floridian days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways
Floridian nights, like Floridian sand
A fool off his guard
Will fall and fall hard
In this swampy land

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