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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 marronic holidays

that nausiate-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 deck-chair up your nose

Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes

Paint your left knee green, then extract your wisdom teeth

Form a string quartet, and pretend your name is Keith.

 

Skin yourself alive, learn to speak araphahoe

Climb inside a dog, and behead an Eskimo

Eat a Renault 4, wear salami in your ears

Cassarole your gran, dis-embowel yourself with spears

 

The disco is migrating, the sound is loud and grating

It's truly nausiating - let's do the dance again..

 

Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose

Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes

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 araphahoe

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 deck-chair up your nose

Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes

la la la la la la la....

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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 marronic holidays

that nausiate-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 deck-chair up your nose

Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes

Paint your left knee green, then extract your wisdom teeth

Form a string quartet, and pretend your name is Keith.

 

Skin yourself alive, learn to speak araphahoe

Climb inside a dog, and behead an Eskimo

Eat a Renault 4, wear salami in your ears

Cassarole your gran, dis-embowel yourself with spears

 

The disco is migrating, the sound is loud and grating

It's truly nausiating - let's do the dance again..

 

Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose

Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes

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 araphahoe

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 deck-chair up your nose

Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes

la la la la la la la....

 

 

They don't write songs like they used to!

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Just the good ol' boys,

Never meanin' no harm,

Beats all you've ever saw, been in trouble with the law since the day they was born.

 

Straight'nin' the curve,

Flat'nin' the hills.

Someday the moutain might get 'em, but the law never will.

 

Makin' their way,

The only way they know how,

That's just a little bit more than the law will allow.

 

Just good ol' boys,

Wouldn't change if they could,

Fightin' the system like a true modern day Robin Hood.

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Somewhere in the dark and nasty regions - where nobody goes, stands an ancient castle. Deep within this dank and uninviting place, lives Berk - "Hello" - The overworked servant of the thing, upstairs - "Berk! Feed me!". But that's nothing compared to the horrors that lurk, beneath the trapdoor. For there is always something down there, in the dark, waiting to come out...

 

Don't you open that trap door,

Your a fool if you dare,

Stay away from that trap door,

Cos' there's somethin' down there.

 

 

 

 

Creepy, crawly, slimy things that stick onto your skin,

Horrid things with tentacles that want to pull you in,

Squirmy, worms, slugs and snails that lie there in a goo,

They'll wait down there forever till they get their hands on you.

 

Stay away from that trap door,

Cos' there's somethin' down there.

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