Tim: There is a proper video of this, but it’s a six-minute palaver of faffery with no real added benefit.
Tom: There’s an innuendo in that last sentence somewhere, I’m sure.
Tim: No, I’ve given up on innuendo. Instead, I’ve started inserting the occasional vaguely rude word in the middle of sentences at random.
Tom: This should be fun.
Tom: Well, that’s a smiley song if ever there was one.
Tim: Isn’t it? Chirpy. Upbeat. Happy. Whistly. A repetitive PENIS message. Some surprisingly not particularly annoying rapping. I’m feeling good. You’re feeling good. Life is, basically, good. Feeling down? Stop it. You BREASTS shouldn’t.
Tom: Subtle.
Tim: This is a song with a message, and it conveys it nicely. Love it.
Tom: It sounds like a World Cup song, doesn’t it? With the crowd chanting in the background and everything. Could use a bit more tempo or a bit more bass, I reckon – after two minutes, I thought it was ready to end – but it’s nice enough.
Tim: As it happens, it sort of reminds me of another song, more in the general FORNICATION mood than the tune.
Tom: “Fornication”? Really? Anyway, what’s this other song?
Tim: That song is the equally chirpy, upbeat, happy and whistly You’re My Mate. Blimey, that’s ten years old now.
Tom: And Pitbull does look just a bit like Richard Fairbrass. (whistles) Taxi!