A tough one, right? The primary purpose here was to provide background music for a Ding Dong eating competition. We'd select two volunteers from the audience and have them race, seeing how many Ding Dongs they could eat before we finished the song. We usually had to cut it short as said volunteers were usually A:) not at our levels of gastronomical tolerance and B:) completely wasted.
A couple of Zoo Bombers from here in PDX were our fave competitors. Contrast that to the volunteers at SXSW who just danced about and threw the treats at the crowd. At least one of them managed to rape Jerry Baloney, much to our amusement...
(To the tune Rat Fink)
D-,
I say D-I,
D-I-N,
D-I-N-G,
DING,
D-I-N-G, DING, DING, DING, DING
D-,
I say D-O,
D-O-N,
D-O-N-G,
DONG,
D-I-N-G D-O-N-G,
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
D-I-N-G D-O-N-G,
DING DONG!
DING DONG
DING DONG
DING DONG
DING DONG
DING DONG
D-I-N-G D-O-N-G,
DING DONG!
DING DONG
DING DONG
DING DONG
DING DONG
DING DONG
D-I-N-G D-O-N-G,
D-I-N-G D-O-N-G,
D-I-N-G D-O-N-G,
DING DONG!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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