One of our Knights acquitted himself exceptionally well in the boat races at Rowany Festival. The Baron Politarchopolis asked me to write something telling the story. I’d like to thank Mr Bazza McKenzie for help with many of the synonyms. For the benefit of our american cousins, feel free to use this as a sort of a very specific thesaurus. This is to the tune of Shake Your Tailfeather, words & music by O Hayes, Rice & Williams.
[May 1998]
Well I heard about the king that you’ve been drinkin’ with
At Rowany, Monday night
So why did you race him, Petey?
You knew that it wasn’t right!
Well I know that the sculling there is overdone,
And the fighters like to have some fun
But if that was how you wanna treat Faby,
I guess you’ll never get a pelican
Pelican (U-huh)
Pelican (Pelican)
Pelican
Pelican
Pelican
Aaah
Chunder, chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle baby
Hey you gonna lose your lunch
Perk it up baby
Hey you gonna throw your voice
Bend over let me see ya yawn in technicolor
Bend over let me see ya yawn in technicolor
Come on let me see ya yawn in technicolor
Come on let me see ya yawn in technicolor
Aaah
Come on, come on Petey
Come on, yeah, come on Pete, all right
Do the puke
Do the spit
Call for Ralph
And have a hurl
A liquid laugh
Aaah, and do the big spit
Hey hey, regurging
And what about the spew
Do the talk to Jesus
Wanna talk to Huey too
On the porcelain phonebooth
Come on let’s do the yawn
Aaah
Chunder, chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle baby