I was inspired to write the parody below based on this article from the New York Times, “Chilly at Work? Office Formula Was Devised for Men.” It says that office temperatures might need to be adjusted upwards to account for the changing demographics of the current workforce.
Summertime*
Summertime and my office is freezin’.
Artic’s meltin’ but the AC’s on high.
Oh, the menfolks run hot, but we women run cooler,
So hush little worker, don’t get frostbite.
One of these mornings, your lips are gonna turn blue,
and you’ll grab your shawl, don your socks and a Snuggie.
But ’til that mornin’, ain’t nothing can heat you,
With temps in the office from the sixties.
Summertime and hypothermia’s looming.
Office thermostats are set as low as they go.
Oh, my country’s rich, so we just keep consuming…
So hush little citizen, don’t you cry.
One of these mornings, they’re gonna do the math up just right;
They’ll figure it out and stop wasting the the oil.
But ’til that mornin’, there ain’t nothing can heat you,
‘Cept hoodies and wool socks while you toil.
*With sincerest apologies to George Gershwin.
