Air Conditioner

In the summer, in the swelter, at a southern school,
I need water, I am melting, and there's no place cool.
But there's one chilled center where I might enter maybe if I pout,
So I'm in Randal's room for a minute or two, before he thows me out.
(And he says,)

"I have an air conditioner; do you hate me now?
I have an air conditioner; do you hate me now?"

[spoken] I look around the room, see a big boom box--
Ten CD changer, three tape decks, it even walks.
So I asked Randal, if I could take a look . . .
[pause] And that's all it took:

"Hey, don't touch my stereo, or I'll have a cow.
I have an air conditioner; do you hate me now?"

My legs get number, as I'm standing, and I need a rest,
To chill my feet, I see this seat, it looks the comfiest,
But if I sit down, I know he will frown, oh there is no doubt,
While I'm in Randal's room for a minute or two, before he throws me out.

"That's my chair, no you can't sit there, that I won't allow
I have an air conditioner; do you hate me now?"

ad lib

some comments

The refrain of this song is taken from private correspondence from Rebecca Christie, as is (in a somewhat modified form,) the first line of the second chorus. The ad lib part varies depending on my mood and whether I want to get the song over with, but always includes the line, "I have an A.C., as you may see, do you hate me?" and may include me screaming "hate me now" repeatedly at the top of my voice. I have a recording of this song, (not including screaming,) made in April '94 with guitar by Gery Benedetti; an exerpt is available.

Poor Randal.

A Song by Alexandre Muñiz, munizao@cyberhighway.net