| Now that song is in my head! I don't think it's offensive per se, since at the time I believe it was a reference to a health issue connected with Chinese poultry. |
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Chickity China the Chinese chicken
Have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin' Watchin X-Files with no lights on We're dans la maison I hope the Smoking Man's in this one Like Harrison Ford I'm gettin frantic Like Sting, I'm tantric Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like Kurosawa, I make mad films Okay I don't make films, But if I did, they'd have a Samurai Gonna get a set a' better clubs Gonna find the kind with the tiny nubs, Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes That make me think the wrong thing How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? Though, you soon will I have the tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of losing my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Dropped your arms to the sides and said I'm sorry Five days since I laughed at you and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do! Three days since the living room, We realized we were both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me Cause we still got two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry, It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry, Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie. I want to hear this song. NOW. It's the song my kids and I love to hate. |
I dunno about crude, but it certainly shows deplorable taste in music. |
| I also started singing it when I read the title. Now it's stuck in my head, too! |
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I started singing it too as soon as I saw the title. Don't feel bad OP. I didn't realize I'd taught my son Luka until he started singing along from the back seat, and that's not even as bad as Burning Down the House. He inserts his own lyrics of what's burning down depending on what he sees or how annoying his brother's being. |
| Not offensive at all. Our kid sings this whenever we have sushi, watch Star Wars movies (Harrison Ford) or use vanilla. And probably at other times, too. Thanks to Grandma, the name Lola sets off Copacabana and pina coladas on a recent vacation set off Escape. |