Aargh. It's midnight and the local radio station 2DU just played Agadoo, right before I go to bed. "Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree." What the hell does that mean? "Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee, To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees," I HATE EUROVISION SONGS THAT BECOME HITS.
Now I have to counter it with the Spitting Image piss-take version.
The Chicken Song
It's the time of year, now that spring is in the air,
When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair
Make another song for moronic holidays
That nauseate-ate-ates in a million different ways:
From the shores of Spain to the coast of Southern France,
No matter where you hide, you just can't escape this dance.
( Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose, )
Now I have to counter it with the Spitting Image piss-take version.
The Chicken Song
It's the time of year, now that spring is in the air,
When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair
Make another song for moronic holidays
That nauseate-ate-ates in a million different ways:
From the shores of Spain to the coast of Southern France,
No matter where you hide, you just can't escape this dance.
( Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose, )