Hoth Stuff

(To the tune of “Hot Stuff“)

Sittin’ here hearin’ my snowed-in neighbor
startin’ their snowblower that stalls
Shoveled out my plowed-in, buried driveway
glaring at the snow as it falls

Living in some Hoth stuff, baby, this evening
I mean some Hoth stuff, baby, tonight
Don’t want that Hoth stuff, baby, this evening
Gonna have some Hoth stuff, gonna have to shovel all night

(Apologies to Donna Summer)

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