Cheggers Flays Pop

Chegwin's Comeback Page

What's Go'n' On?

Welcome to Cheggers "Keith" Chegwin's song page. He doesn't really flay the skin of the pop, as that's just a picture of him up there, full of compressed 1's and 0's, and he's probably never even seen this page. That's not actually him - do you see? Anyway, if I'm wrong, and Cheggers, you are out there reading this through the digital ether then tell me so, guy. Okay, here's the deal, right: Cheggers finds a song for you to sing. It can be about anything, but most times it somehow relates to Digi. If you gots the pops that you think Cheggers might like, then send 'em on in and I'll stick it up.

Anyway, here is the first piece of pop that has been recieved. It's about Dennis' coup and subsequent seizure of the tips page. If you don't like it, then don't blame me, man - I didn't write it. Sing it to the tune of the lovely R.E.M.'s It's The End Of The World As We Know It (and I Feel Fine) from the great Document album. Slightly more stupid people will know it from the opening scene from no-plot space-turkey Independence Day, where it was the best thing about the film.

Song it up, guy:-

I know that Dennis,

The Zinc Man's good,

But he's no substitute for mister and missus Nude,

Hide Hide an aeroplane,

Listen to the fuel burn,

World; serve the Nude's needs,

Dennis serve your own needs,

Feed 'em up a slug,

He's drunk, nose bent,

Gladder that he's fatter with

Beer night, down, right,

Omni under fire

Represent the Nudetown Games

With a slingshot - no attire

In the combat site

Left her - was a coma in the borough,

Respirator breathing down. Her. Neck

Den - he fought her pretty skunk

With a block

Made from crack; no pain - fine. Then,

Uh-oh, "fleas are go!"

Population counted

What he gonna do?

Scrape himself, scratch himself,

Let them all his flesh eat,

Listen to his heart beat,

Dummy with the scratches and abrasions

And the bites - bite!

You're fit, electric, so eccentric,

Help the aged reach their graves,

It just seems so right!

Chorus:

It's the end of

The road for the nudists,

It's the end of

The road for the nudists,

It's the end of

The road for the nudists,

Bye, bye, bye.

That was the pop. Feeling a little unsatisfied? Want more? There lurks more pop within this site, just look to Murdock. Hmmmmmmmmmmm...

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