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Look at My Bum
I was standing in the kitchen yesterday
It was getting really hot
The grill was toasting and the oven was roasting
I couldn't turn them off
The temperature rose to a hundred degrees
Then it rose a hundred more
So I did what any normal man would do
Can you see me through the window pane
Taking all my clothes off in the kitchen
I dance in the nude
In my rude solitude
Please don't tell my Mum
Look at my bum
A crowd gathered round outside the house
And they shouted and they jeered
As I grooved and gyrated my sexy hips
They said I was a scandal
But as the dance went on and on
They somehow changed their minds
And everybody bore their bare behinds
See us dancing in the avenue
We don't care what people say or do
Jumping around
With our trousers pulled down
Please don't tell our Mums
Look at our bums
Words by Waen Shepherd 2003
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Written for BBC Radio 2's The Day the Music Died
Original transmission 13.12.03
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