Why is that a woman of a certain age *coughs* can’t remember where,
She left her car
The names of her children
Pin number at a critical moment
What she went downstairs for
The number of the bus home
That she made a cup of tea half an hour ago and now it’s not only stewed its cold
The name of anyone you work with and call them all Dave regardless of sex
Why you were calling someone
However you hear a song and can remember it word for word and then can’t get the flipping thing out of your head.
This morning the song was The Chicken Song – as made famous or infamous by Spitting Image and in particular the chorus, for those of you that don’t remember it or have never been subjected to that irritating tune….
Hold a chicken in the air
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
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
Hold a chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet
And then bury all your clothes
La la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la laaaaaaa
So I find myself sitting at my desk, I won’t insult anyone that can sing and say I was singing, more like a high pitched stupid voice squealing,
Hold a chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet
And then bury all your clothes
La la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la laaaaaaa
Much to the annoyance of those that work with me….
I know as you are reading the lyrics you too are singing along in your head and will be for the rest of the day……
J
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