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-ate
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
Buy a Jumbo Jet
And then bury
all your clothes
Paint your
left knee green
And extract your
wisdom teeth
Form a string quartet
And pretend your
name is Keith
Skin yourself alive
Learn to speak
Arapahoe
Climb inside a dog
And behead
an Eskimo
Eat a Renault Four
Wear salami in
your ears
Casserole your Gran
Disembowel yourself
with spears
The disco is vibrating
The sound is loud
and grating
It's truly nauseating
Let's do the
dance again
Hold a chicken
in the air
Stick a deckchair
up your nose
Yes you'll hear
this song in the
holiday discos
And there's
no escape
In the clubs or
in the bars
You would hear
this song if you
holidayed in Mars
Skin yourself alive
Learn to speak
Arapahoe
Climb inside a dog
And behead
an Eskimo
Now you've heard
it once
Your brain will
spring a leak
And though you
hate this song
You'll be
humming it
for weeks
Hold a chicken
in the air
Stick a deckchair
up your nose
Buy a Jumbo Jet
And then bury
all your clothes
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La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
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