Based on Belgium 1967
Louis Neefs — Ik heb zorgen
She joined the ovation, displayed admiration
And faked her elation when Logan won the show, oh oh oh oh
But bruised by the scoring, she chose to go zorbing
She thought some wild rolling would soothe her inner woe, oh oh oh oh
She climbed inside, cried in her plastic ball:
"Surely I'd earned the crown?"
Spinning at speed, she seethed "I'll show them all!"
She'd mow her rivals down, mmm…
She crashed with a loud boom right into the green room
She howled "Retribution! It's time you all atone!", oh oh oh oh
Carol's mad eyes spied Rikki as he fled
Laughing, she chased and pounced
Marcha got wedged fast by her shoulder pads
Left her bones finely ground, mmm…
Then Carol felt panic – "My zorb's going manic!"
She couldn't control it and tore off down the road, oh oh oh oh
Mannekin Pis hit, dents his little "thing"
Stunned, he froze up mid-piss
Carol screamed "God, no!" – roughly flattening
Two nuns deep in their frites, mmm…
Her cheeks flapped with G-force as she joined a racecourse
She zoomed past each racehorse then sped off to the coast, oh oh oh oh
In Oostende, she prayed it would end there:
Near four baffled herons, her zorb began to slow, oh oh oh oh
But no! She kept zorbing, shot right off the pier end
They say she's still rolling – last seen in Mexico, oh oh oh oh