Meet A.I. Indriðsdóttir, a new vocalist from Iceland who has been working with El Cheo on several new songs. I used a poem from a post back in October 2021 titled “Saved From Hell’s Fire Rhyme” to create the song.
A.I. Indriðsdóttir is as beautiful as her voice
Gwendolyn: “What do you mean, ‘No grilled mice tonight?’ You two are sickos saving mice from a good grilling and not feeding them to us cats!”
Paparozzo: “Sorry, Gwendolyn. I saved those mice from the grill four years ago, and Silver gave me a good grilling and rough kitty tongue lashing over it back then.”
Marble: “You could have at least shish-kebabbed them!”
Loki: “Talk to the paws and the claws, Paparazzo!”
Jake: “Whoa! What a beautiful woman. I’m smitten! When do I get to meet her?”
Paparazzo: “Sorry, Jake, she lives in Iceland, thousands of miles away.”
Saved From in Hell Fire El Cheo, A.I. Indriðsdóttir
[Verse 1] Little Miss Mousie faced the flames of hell Under cover of an accommodating grill The third burner it didn’t light Covered in insulation she stole in the night Mouselettes were lucky they were not well done As I gathered them up one by one
[Chorus] Saved from Hell fire They faced heated light Saved from Hell fire They were in a plight Saved from Hell fire No grilled mice tonight Saved from Hell fire The mice are alright
[Verse 2] I moved them to a waiting pan With pink insulation I had at hand I put them in a safe place well hidden While I grilled the thighs of a Costco chicken Cleaned the grill shut off the gas With the mouselettes tucked deep in the grass
[Chorus] Saved from Hell fire They faced heated light Saved from Hell fire They were in a plight Saved from Hell fire No grilled mice tonight Saved from Hell fire The mice are alright
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge] I put things in order, went in for the night I fed the cats and turned out the lights When morning came I wasn’t thrilled To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill
[Outro] By the time I need to grill again The mouselettes will be all grown up Big, and strong, and off on their own To tease the cats on chance they get caught Their redemtion from hell fire An old fool’s kindess all for nought
[Guitar Solo]
[Fin] I put things in order, went in for the night I fed the cats and turned out the lights When morning came I wasn’t thrilled To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill Back in the grill