My good friend, Jim Maloney, AKA Mad Dog, came up with the term, "It's chilly". In younger days we invented words in our group that we used all the time. Words or phrases like, " Bib" =bullshit, "Tubes"=cigarettes, "Torque"=leave the area fast, as in..."Let's torque, the law is coming."
"chilly" was invented by Mad Dog as a way to say the situation is copacetic, cool, hip, alright.
I wrote this song for Jim Maloney cause I loved the way he would say, "John, everything is chilly."
Lyrics
It’s Chilly … Words and Music Written by John Jump
It’s a hundred degrees and your eyes won’t close
You can’t leave the house ‘cause you got no clothes
Your brain won’t work and you’ve run out of beer
Could it be that the end is near?
Oh Baby, what a sad way to be.
You’re down and out, you just want to pout
Your old man says he’s been steppin’ out
You’re all alone in your empty shack
You feel stepped on just like an old mat
Oh Baby, What a sad way to be.
Chorus:
Why don’t you pick up your telephone
Just to see if I’m at home
‘Cause all you gotta do when you feel so blue
Is put the touch on me
And I guarantee
It’s Chilly (It’s cool, it’s alright)
You got my number on an old match book
You keep it way down in your pocketbook
It’s way down deep and it’s hard to find
But, all you really want is some peace of mind
And it’s there, if you care, to take a look.
You told me once that you liked my style
And when we dance we really turn those tiles
I ain’t tryin’ to hand you a line
I just want you to have a good time
And it’s there, if you care, to take a look.