Tom: Previously: Fountains of Wayne wanting an alien for Christmas. This has got a lot to live up to.
Tim: And I think you may be surprised. Quick explaining, though: as it turns out, there’s a reason I hadn’t heard of basically any of the songs on that compilation CD; namely, they’re all shit, or at the very least rather tedious. This, though, is not tedious, especially considering how you said yesterday you’re in favour of upbeat tracks.
Tim: And how beautifully upbeat that is.
Tom: And how bloody annoying.
Tim: What? It’s demanding, I suppose, because there aren’t many families that could have a hippo join them, even if it is just for Christmas (and especially given that they’re vegetarian). But still, the run-up to Christmas is when you’re allowed to be incredibly demanding and unreasonable, as long as you accept that with that comes an inevitable feeling of disappointment on the day itself. Or not, or course – maybe you will get a hippopotamus, in which case WELL DONE YOU for dreaming big. And I’ll have that dog if you’re otherwise just going to throw it out.
I’ve got distracted. Fun track, that’s what’s important.
Tom: You’re wrong, wrong, wrong. It’s like a half-assed They Might Be Giants, only not nearly as clever. I know, I know, I asked for upbeat, but this might as well be sung by a kids’ choir.
Tim: I suppose it could have that ring it. And I love it. Well done everyone.
Tom: Now leave.
Tim: Shan’t.