Serving

Based on Malta 1993 (Maltese version)
William Mangion — Issa

Old stiffs
Snatched all our kanty dreams 🙁
Should we just send L-imħabba again?

Squish more in
Could make it Serving Fufu?
It means “art” and “smashed cassava meal”

Bit vaginey…
Bet they’ll still whinge it’s minge
No matter what kant we send

Wait, here’s one
It’s deep as a chimney
I can’t put a finger on where they’d object…

PISSFLAPS
That’s just Maltese for “good song”
We kept it tight-lipped

PISSFLAPS
Oh look, they’re calling… every phone…
It leaked in seconds

PISSFLAPS
You’re on loudspeaker
Hope we made a splash?

Eat shit.
(That’s Maltese for goodbye.)
They didn’t like it 🙁
E-mailed fresh guidelines:

“No vaginæ.”

Does that extend to clit?
Legal team say it depends

Caused a flap
Us sticking our tongue in
What if we just fiddle a bit round the edge?

PISS-FLAPS
That’s how you re-write a song
Just put a gash in

PISS-FLAPS
Those freaky perverts can’t still moan
It’s Dutch for “fashion”

PISS-FLAPS
Call from Geneva…

The manager’s proffered Serving Trout :/

PIẞ-FLÄPZ?
If it came from Finland
We bet you’d relent

PEACE-FLAPS?

“We’ll let you serve but
Leave the mingeness out”
(Aww…)

Leaky Tap

Based on Greece 2024
Marina Satti — Zari

tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap

Tried to make it safe, this is scary
Buckets should have held, it’s a mystery
Cannot call it mould, more a house soup
Kayaking in fear with my poor doormat

Wiped out all the food in my pantry
Left unrescued, bobbing, a strawberry
Most don’t even float, it’s all wet goo
Close to sea-sick here, I’m gonna…

*Dry heaves violently*
Bleurgh
Right, it’s simply do or die here
Saw this thing showing how to on Vimeo
You need a hammer, a screwdriver, or just possibly a saw?
No more leaky faucet and get back to before.

Now every bloody room is a gigantic bathtub!
My big Monstera plant is no more
My hamster’s using leaves as a rescue raft
I should have been wary the minute it went

tap, tap, tap, tap, tap-tap

tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap

Guess that pipe right here wasn’t the right thing to..

tap, tap, tap-tap, tap, tap

Water’s rising way too quickly..

tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap

It’s getting really scary, so much flow from that..

splash, splash, splash-splash, splash, splash

I did try the plumber but all I’m getting is:

“Emergency hotline, I’m sorry. You’re caller on the telephone:
99”
“My sink’s about to explode!”
That bitch of a plumber really doesn’t care at all!
Fuck me, now she hangs up!?
In a last resort, told myself that
With gaffer tape it will have to do for now
Guess what happened the minute I tried to do that

splash, splash, splash, splash, splash-splash

Oh golly, the madness, I’m trapped in this damp inferno
Drama, so awful, a flood fit for a Bible
Water is rising, apocalypse from my damn sink
And what’s this weird noise, oh… it’s coming from the loo?

splash, splash, splash, splash, splash, splash

Vast amounts of faeces pouring out of the..

splash, splash, splash-splash, splash, splash

It’s all so unsanitary..

splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat

Tons of turds parasailing, diarrhoea attack

splat, splat, splat-splat, splat, splat

My house sank like the Titanic

Forty-eight hours since my quandary
Now there’s an ocean in my city
Neighbours gathering up on their roofs
Wave and shout at me as I float away

I can’t even tell where I’m heading
I’m hearing men chant, am I dreaming?
Now I’m seeing things… is that an actual souk?
I seriously fear that I’ve lost my mind…

Oh god, oh god, oh god, have I floated to Istanbul?..

*A snake charmer floats away atop a weaved basket as terrified merchants try to stay afloat. The water level rises to a gigantic wave that engulfs everything around her*

gush, gush, gush, gush, gush, gush

DIY tsunami but I still hear my

gush, gush, gush-gush, gush, gush

No one left around to save me…

Hey! Oh hey lady! don’t drift away!
I’m going to die at sea, all alone on my raft
Aim to swim this way! Oh..

Help me

You’re too far away! Hey! Hurry Hurry!
For you we’ll pray Please lord save me!
She’s drowned anyway I can’t feel my legs…

At least now I’m dead, no more tap trauma.

The Perfect Mr. Right,
Apart from One Teeny Tiny Thing

Based on Spain 2001
David Civera — Dile que la quiero

Don’t think I would mind, had I consented
But there’s some things about me which
You really must accept

Thought I had much to be recommended
Love, they say, is blind. Seems not, I suspect

Stealthily, you’re changing me
But now you’ve gone too far
Since you have tried to turn me

Vegan by the back door
That simply is a no-no
Don’t you know that soya leaves me on the bog with diarrhoea?

Did not want to say, but
Now we’re on the subject

Bebé, I can’t stand your nut roast
Heaven’s a beef tortilla

(Eat it!)
No more tofu!
(Eat it!)
No, stuff your chickpeas!
(Eat it!)
Never will my mouth or tongue touch
The cack that’s plant-based sausage

While I recognise you’ve tweaked my fashion
Was this success the source of
Your fanatic zeal

But my dear, it’s left you with no compassion
To use these subversive tricks that
Are not exactly that ideal

Maybe this explains away your latest fetish where
You daub my dick in hummus

Really, I must say no
The temperature is too low
Surely you must see that being vegan is no panacea

Did not want to say so
But have you not yet noticed
Beanloaf always gives your sphincter
Some kind of farting seizure

(Eat it!)

(Eat it!)

(Eat it!)

Though it was a crocodile with lipstick

(Eat it!)

(Eat it!)

(Eat it!)

Used to love your cooking, but fish-shaped carrot cake. No!

Can’t you see that it resembles something in the toilet…floating

Never could I say that
It’s taste was not amazing
I didn’t want to enrage you
Cause you get really hangry

Couldn’t go all vegan
I say this most sincerely
Couldn’t live my life without the joy that is a chimichanga

Daily I need meat so
The truth is plain and naked
If you can’t quell your disdain for
This teeny tiny thing, then

Dump me!

Hero of Our Time

Based on Monaco 1971
Séverine — Un banc, un arbre, une rue

In this cruel dark world, where peace is out of reach
I have found my one true savior
Part of a great herd, I listen to him preach
and his words I will savour

I know you think that I’m naive
And that I’m easily deceived, you’re misconceived
He made this world a better place
Worship him and you’ll be in grace, even gays

Yeah sure, I know he’s got his faults
Not every woman has felt safe, a small detail
But was it really an assault?
The common sense will still prevail, he’s just male

Toxic online world, especially on X
people are so quick to cancel
Though my sight is blurred, I think he needs respect
It is all circumstantial

And so I’m going to stand by him
No matter what the people say, it’s so cliche
I’ll be his sinner if he wants
and kneel before him, the foreplay, oh I pray

Hero of our time, you are the one for me
We’re in need of Revolution
Never leave me now, I know dreams can come true
Say goodbye to my illusion

Love love love peace peace… I love Måns Zelmerlöw…
You will too if you saw his laaaaa…

 

 

Colonoscopy

Based on Australia 2019
Kate Miller-Heidke — Zero Gravity

Hey you
(hey you, hey you)
Middle-aged man
Do you
(do you, do you)
Bleed when you poo?

Rectal stinging
That won’t go?
Feel low, fatigued?
Losing weight no cardio?

I’d recommend a
Common yet quite invasive procedure
Administered daily globally
It involves an endoscopic camera
Inserted inside your cavity
C o l o n o s c o p y y y y y
With me you see, aah!

Hard stool
(hard stool, hard stool, hard stool)
Or watery?
On loo
(on loo, on loo, on loo)
Gut won’t empty?

Any polyps
That are found
We’ll biopsy
It will put your mind at ease, reassure

Oh-oh-oh
Sign up for this medical procedure
It could help avoid a tragedy
Even if we don’t find any cancer
Your colon will clear out thoroughly

Side effects are
Ra-a-a-a-aaaaare!
You may have mild
Cra-a-a-a-aaaaamps!
Feeling of trapped
Ga-a-a-a-aaaaas!
Still it feels like
A-a-a-AAAHHH!

First please empty your bowels:
Swallow this powder down
Go sit down on the loo bowl
Flush away what comes ou-ou-out

Please change into this gown
Aah-aah-aah….
Lie with your left hip down
Start the sedative countdown
Nurse please check they’re knocked ou-ou-out

I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-into
Now you’re out for the count
Let us lube up your hole

Ca-a-a-a-a-a-avity
Ease the tube nice and slow, now
Pump air in through the va-a-alve

E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-explore
Switch the camera on
Wiggle it all around

Ca-a-a-a-a-a-arefully
Search for any small mounds, and
Use the tools to scrape ou-u-ut

Fou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound two
Put them into this tube
Send it off to the lab

No A-a No-o-o-malies
Bring the patient back round, now
Share with him the breakdown

Re-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-edo
Nothing scary was found
Schedule your next one now?

*Ah-ah-aaaaah!*

Try Curaçao!

Based on Portugal 2023
Mimicat — Ai coração

Why Curaçao?
It’s in the tropics, but Dutch.
Sort of like if Amsterdam had beaches and sun,
and its canalsides were all coral reef shores.
We are the best in the Antilles because…

Sint Maarten’s got a Caribbean seashore,
but half’s owned by Frenchies, so avoid it, d’accord?
Before you ask, describing Saba’s easy:
“Volcanic drop in the ocean.” (Well, sea.)

Up hill, down dale, we’ve proper peaks all around –
unlike poor Bonaire. So flat! A witch’s tit. No fun.
Just like the Nethies. No point going there.

Try Curaçao!
It’s Holland with
far less cows and rain.

Eustatius offers some amusing place names –
like Fort Jussac and Tumble-Down-Dick (a bay)
and Tommeldijk – but there are much better holes
to stick your finger in on our island home.

Oranjestad was named the capital there,
and shortly after on Aruba as well.
Don’t bother asking – it will just make you frown.
Ours? Willemstad. Just one. No messing around.

Dave Benton tops Aruba’s list of big names
(well, alphabetically) and he’s not even there.
What other reason would you have to go?

Try Curaçao!
Fly there right now!
It’s Holland with
the odd hurricane.

The Dutchies say we need the money much more.
Invest at source, not like they did in days of yore.
Assuage their guilt from growing rich off slaves!

Try Curaçao!
Try Curaçao!
Try Curaçao!
Try Curaçao!

(Not the drink – the place.)

Nee?

AI: “FAULT!”

Based on Croatia 2023
Let 3 — Mama ŠČ!

Real men losing out to AI, “FAULT!”
More men losing out to AI, “FAULT!”
All men losing out to AI
Trained AI, now Wimbledon, soon more-a, “FAULT!”

Line judge is an electronic, “FAULT!”
More calls made by electronic, “FAULT!”
Ball out? We check electronic
Trained AI, now Wimbledon, soon more-a

Elektra

We put trust in the robotic, “FAULT!”
New serve, called by the robotic, “FAULT!”
Let serve, review by robotic
Trained AI, we listen and we don’t judge

FAULT FAULT FAULT OUT OUT FAULT OUT OUT FAULT FAULT
FAULT FAULT FAULT FAULT FAULT FAULT OUT FAULT FAULT OUT
FAULT FAULT FAULT FAULT OUT FAULT FAULT FAULT FAULT OUT

Dammit, dammit, dammit
You would think it’s enough
Dammit
Now we do what?

System has gone psychopath
How to stop it, we know not
Crowd goes crazy, ears are hot
Dammit, make sure it shuts

Elektra

AI, we need you no more-a, “SSSHH!”
AI, no charm, you’re a bore-a “SSSHH!”
AI, silence, ¿por favora?
Game, set, match, AI, you need to go-a

Don’t let bots call all the shots
Sideline humans, that is what
Wimbledon does, it should not
Have tech take all our jobs

Don’t let bots call all the shots
Unite, people, flesh and blood
We’ll destroy the robot squad
Ball boys, time, get in line

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck

Drones are covering the air
Digital meets manosphere
Toxic tech is everywhere
We scream: death to AI

*SPITS*

Tanorexić

Based on Yugoslavia 1987
Novi fosili — Ja sam za ples

I wanna tan, ooh
So need a tan, oh yeah

Went out to Turkey, just brought some sun oil
And nothing much else
For sure you will see me, out in my bikini
In Ölüdeniz

And then in October, just as I remember
The sun fades away, it’s not okay
I may be brown but I can’t wait till May!

Back home in winter, what’s a girl to do?
HP sauce, BBQ and passata too
To mix on skin, ooh
Keep up that tan, oh yeah

But this tan mixture is attracting flies
Plus, I gave a date a horrible surprise
This ‘tan’ won’t do, no
No, it won’t do, oh no

My skin’s so white *sobs*
Google some flights, oh yeah

January’s too cloudy, unacceptably
My melanin’s low
I fly to Canaries, but there it’s still rainy
For heaven’s sake, no

It’s clear one must go now a little bit further
For Vitamin D – much further south
Off to Brazil now – Janeiro, olá!

In some favela, been hooked up with man
To buy cheap olive oil, to enhance my tan
He has a van! Ooh!
Soon gonna tan, oh yeah

Why are policemen chasing me on bikes?
Is this oil more than that was just described?
Maybe it’s drugs, whoops
It’s heroin? Oh, shit

For trafficking, whoops
Got twenty years, and now
Not gettin’ tanned

Carol Rich Reacts to the 1987 Results

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

Partition of India

Based on Bosnia and Herzegovina 1994
Alma & Dejan — Ostani kraj mene

We match
With small exceptions
Your god’s wrathful, ours are elephants
Samosas
Are the same, except we put a little beef in ours
We joined hands
Patna to Satna to exhaust the British Raj
Both striving for self-ruling India

Stay with me
Find a way
For all Punjab minorities
For all the Nagas left in Sindh
For all Pradeshes
To back Hindustani
Unity

A mosque in Kochi now?
No more Mecca. Take your muftis back to Karachi
Koil in east Bengal?
What next? Obligation we must bow to Santoshi?

Not this way
Boti pakoras don’t belong by Parvati
Discontented, we face reality

Part from me
Scram away
No more Assam atrocities
The Himalayas are for me
We’ll be two countries for all eternity
.
.
.
Maybe three