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Tim Minchin
the alan brough song
People canâ??t help but point and laughWhen I proudly show them his photograph
They stare at his obsolete wings
They donâ??t appreciate the songs that he sings
The joke that his pokey proboscis
Must get in the way when we kiss
But I donâ??t listen
I can take their flack
Itâ??s like water off a flightless birdâ??s back
For he is the one who completes me
My six foot four Kiwi
He may not have the voice of a lyrebird
He may not have the strength of a cock
He may have a primitive avian brain
Bus as everyone knows he knows loads about rock
And when people in the street want to know
What his name is he says, â??Hello, Iâ??m Alan Broughâ?
Heâ??s my immigrant, endangered species
My six foot four Kiwi
Heâ??s everything a national emblem should be
If he was a fruit heâ??d be green and fuzzy
He should have has own TV series
My six foot four Kiwi
Heâ??s really tall and heâ??s from New Zealand