Okay. I finally got around to finishing the cicada song.

(To the tune of "The Hungry Hash House Blues")

Got cicadas in my britches
Lord I hate them sonsabitches
There's cicadas with me everwhere I goes.
They're a flyin' through the air
Got a couple in my hair
And I've got cicada goo between my toes

They're a chirpin' in the trees
Lord I wish they'd shut up, please
Oh their noise is so painful to my ear
And you know my windowshield
With cicadas is congealed
I'm just thankful they don't come 'round every year

Well the sidewalks of my town
In cicadas have been drowned
When you step on them they make an awful crunch
And the bottom of my shoe
Is covered with cicada goo
It'd make an undertaker lose his lunch

Lord they're such a noisy crowd
Why'd ya make 'em so damned loud?
I've got cotton stuffed inside both of my ears
Maybe I'll just move some place
Where them bugs don't show their face
Like Antarctica! It's guiet there I hear.