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Sudetenland Tales
Page 213
Thus, The Fabulous Cosh Brothers were born; not so much as musicians, but as four kids determined to make the most comedically obnoxious song in history.
Geoffrey sang terribly while fingering the old keyboard; Robert rapped badly at the margins, as if there were any other methodology to the ni-hi-hi-hi-higger concoctions; Roger mixed beats that sounded more like alien invasion sirens, and Robert drummed with all the finesse of an elephant on roller skates being chased by a South African ni-hi-hi-hi-higger poacher of White ivory. They recorded it all in Robert’s garage, while laughing so hard they could barely get through the verses.
The Ni-hi-hi-hi-higgers Steal Tonight
The Fabulous Cosh Brothers
Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away
(Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh)
(Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh)
(Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh)
(Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh)
In the jungle, the smelly jungle
The ni-hi-hi-hi-higgers steal tonight
In the jungle the stinking jungle
The ni-hi-hi-hi-higgers steal tonight
Wee heeheehee weeoh aweem away
Wee heeheehee weeoh aweem away
In White Willage, the stinking ni-hi-hi-hi-higgers pillage
While the libtards sleep tonight
In White Willage, the thieving ni-hi-hi-hi-higgers pillage
While the libtards sleep tonight