Ay-up, ay-up
Ay-up, ay-up
Peel the skin from my banana
The length of my sausage shouldn't alarm you
Push your beef curtains to the side
Give me somewhere for my pork to ride
It's wider than a pepperami stick
It won't hurt you, just a small prick
Your milk supply leaks from the heavens
Now let me take a bite out of those juicy lemons
Don't you know you're my favourite chicken
And I wanna baste you in my drippin'
Girl, don't you know you're my favourite chicken
I wanna baste you real good
Ay-up, ay-up
Ay-up, ay-up
You're stirring the custard with my wooden spoon
I've gotta release now, turn my grapes into prunes
There's plenty of jam in your donuts
And you've got a good grip of my bulging brazil nuts
You've got my yolk running down your face
And your licking lips can't get enough of the taste
I'm the equivalent of a bakers oven
Ten times the heat, ten times the lovin'!
Make no illusions honey I don't care
I'll have you for pudding with a juicy pear
Make no illusions honey I don't care
I'll have you for pudding with a juicy pear
Now I ain't got no beef, so don't you give me no gravy
Don't you know you're my favourite chicken
And I wanna baste you in my drippin'
Girl, don't you know you're my favourite chicken
And I wanna baste you in my drippin'
Make no illusions honey I don't care
I'll have you for pudding with a juicy pear
Make no illusions honey I don't care
I'll have you for pudding with a juicy pear
Now I ain't got no beef, so don't you give me no gravy
Won't you give me no...
Release notes:
All words by Tico Jnr. & Bri Jnr., all music by Tico Jnr.
Bri Jnr. offers some lovely commentary on this ditty:
More unhealthy food references than Jamie Oliver can wave a waggly finger at, and yet not a single reference to biscuits of any kind - broken or fully formed. This has actually inspired my much delayed and unanticipated solo concept album about broken biscuit brands with the lead-off single, Custard Creamin', due in April 2024, but I digress...
The fact that Granny-award winning rapper Lay-Z completely passed off the opening verse as his own work on his 'feat.' for Freaky Passionfruit, just goes to show the absolutely genius lyrical imagery that 'beef' so confidently demonstrates. Tico simple salivates sweat-juice all over the chorus, and his fiendish power-punk chords have the unique ability to choke chickens nationwide, from A1 south to it's northernmost point.
It was quite a coup to get the artists formerly know as PJ and Duncan to clear an 'Ay-up, ay-up' sample on the outro too. Which reminds me, I have some meat to beat.
Tico Jnr. has also taken a moment to give his two-pence on the matter:
This is the throbber that made me realise I didn't need to hide in Bri's humungous shadow. On the pubs and workings-mans clubs scene, Bri insisted on controlling everything. But he could control me no more with the opening 'scrambled intro'. Bri coerced me into teaching him how to play it, but he never could, finally admitting he needed me. I was now more than an electric organ player.
Bri is due a bit of credit though, so I will confirm he did have yolk running down his face during this hymns writing and recording session. I think Enya was there, and she came over all unnecessary.
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