'Have you guessed what is yet?' was asked of me
And what I had guessed was not what it'd turned out to be
From cartoon time to animal hospitality
Bri Jnr. was at the front row for him at Glastonbury
Shouting 'Rockin' Rolf' in hope that he would see
And whip out his digeredoo and point it right at he
Who would've thought he turned out to be
Not a very nice man at the age of eighty three
Oh, Rolf Harris
Bri Jnr. you embarrassed
She predicted the numbers of the National Lottery
But by the time of Thunderball it got too much for she
She read our horroscopes and knew our destiny
But didn't see her own at the age of eighty
Oh, Mystic Meg
Dead on two legs
As Jerry Springer once said
'Looks after yourselves and each other'
For the love of Paul O'Grady
Release notes:
All words & music by Tico Jnr. & Bri Jnr.
Tico gingerly purports:
Another proper collaboration. I think it really was therapy for Bri, as the lyric indirectly suggests. A worthy little number for the 'Death' series.
Bri Jnr.:
Too busy breaking biscuits.
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