Seems that everyones hairy cow militiaman was a-smoking too much of the ganja and scoffing too much goat curry and jerk chicken to realise what he was doing.
Between sips of Malibu and Lilt, one Jacob Marley gave up the rattling of chains, took the moniker of his favourite Boomtown Rat, and invented Reggie Music by nabbing it from 1970s Saturday morning telly!
"Yo yo yo, yo-y'yo yo. Yo yo yo, y'yo y'yo yo!" his wailers wail, clearly nicking Fleagle, Drooper, Snorky & Bingo's signature tune, and simply changing "Tra la la, la-la la la, Tra la la, la-la la-la la!" to a succession of "Yo"'s.
One banana, Two banana, Three banana, four
Add a dash of coconut and over rum you pour!
No wonder he fled his homestead in fear of assassination - all the young kids took up their cricket bats in anger at the transgression of their becostumed aminals theme toon into some political ballad!
If I were a giant beagle in a huge pair of yellow sunglasses, I'd be suing the dreadlocks off him, if he hadn't been asphyxiated to death when his dreads wrapped around his neck and deaded him to death.
Xodus!
Meriahs impaled indeed - should be Maria Carey impaled!
On a big pointy barbed stick. Not my nob. For she is, in truth, a munter of the most horrendous visual 'appeal' with the voice of an angel. A fallen one. In the deepest pits of Dantes' Peak. With æons of torture aplied to the vocal chords, creating the caterwauling screechy harpyesque dulcet tones we all know and loathe.
Buffalo soldier in a buffalo stance?
Gruffalo, more like!
