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Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun
I met you in July
The sun was in the sky
I thought that you were just like any other normal guy
But something wasn't right
I thought it maybe might
Be the way your shiny plastic skin reflected in the light
The temperature was high
I had to ask you why
You always walked around in that oppressive shirt and tie
Instead of merely talking
You answered in a squawking
American Computer voice a bit like Stephen Hawking
You look just like a man
You look just like a man
Except you're made of metal and your head's a frying pan
Some people say you're creepy
But they're just sad and weepy
I love the way you clank around and go all boopy-beepy
You said your name was Dougie
It's getting really muggy
Let's drive away to Blackpool in a psychedelic buggy
I dig you through and through
I guess you dig me too
I wish they all could be a Californiandroid like you
Fun! Fun!
In the summertime
Fun! Fun!
You and me
Fun! Fun!
On the beaches
Fun! Fun!
In the sea
Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
We had fun, fun, fun on the beaches and the oceans
Well, I did and you didn't, 'cause you have no real emotions
You cannot lick an ice cream, you blow up in the sea
You have no moral problem when you coldly swat a bee
You're like something out of Blade Runner but slightly more upbeat
It's tragic that your plastic skin all melted in the heat
And you look like such a ninny in your tiny teeny weeny
Itsy bitsy yellow polka dotted frilly girl's bikini
Fun! Fun!
With a beach ball
Fun! Fun!
With a bucket and spade
Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
Oh dear - there goes the charabanc
Words by Waen Shepherd 2004
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Written for BBC Radio 2's The Day the Music Died
Original transmission 17.07.04
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