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What do I want for 2002? Easy.
I want a brand new record in the charts. I want it played on Top of the Pops, "performed" by a fake DJ and a gaggle of incredibly attractive teenagers dancing thier cute li'l buns off.
I want twelve-year-old girls at bus stops singing it. I want dustmen to whistle it in the morning, I want MPs to misquote bits of it at press-conferences in a lame attempt to look cool.
And the question will be asked: Hang on. If the guy on the decks didn't do this song, and those sweeties dancing in front of the guy on the decks didn't do this song... who did it?
And they'll look around, and it'll be a bunch of assorted chaos magicians and a fat bald Goth chick.
Bwahahahaha. |
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