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SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!
The Song Challenge: Is That A Baby Budgie
In Your Pants, Or Are You Just Glad To See Me? -- RIO DE JANEIRO,
Brazil (Reuters) -- With parrots and snakes in his luggage and bird eggs tucked into his underwear, an
Austrian tourist has been arrested and charged for animal trafficking, Brazilian police said on Wednesday.
"He put (the eggs) near his testicles so they would be at nest temperature," a police
spokesman said. Police discovered 21 parrots, four parakeets and two snakes hidden in
two large suitcases carried by Austrian botanist Johann Zillinger. hey also found Zillinger
had rolled five parakeet eggs into a sock and nestled them in his underwear. "Since some
of the parakeets that he had with him were newborns, we assume that some of the eggs had
already hatched." Tipped off by an anonymous call, Rio de Janeiro police arrested the
Austrian on Monday in front of his Copacabana beach hotel, as he climbed into a taxi on his way to
catch a flight to Europe. According to police, Zillinger bought the animals in the
Amazon port city of Belen and planned to take them to Austria to sell them in Europe.
Hot Eggs by mousethief
(Tune: Hot Legs by Rod Stewart)
Who's that knocking on my door
It's gotta be a quarter to four
It's the customs men, breaking down my door
Well you can search my hotel room if you want
But they hustle me into the john
I'm talkin' to you
Hot eggs, down in my drawers
Hot eggs, giving me sores
Hot eggs, what a crazy idea
I live for money
They got a most persuasive tone
They promise to ship me back home
But what you don't understand
I'm a working man
They nab all my fine feathered friends
Guess this is where my vacation ends
I'm talking to you
Hot eggs, they'll be hatchin' soon
Hot eggs, I'll sing a different tune
Hot eggs, wish they'd leave my room
I live for money
Imagine how my gonads felt
When those birds hatched out down under my belt
Just a few minutes old
But peckin' awfully bold
I got eggs down there in my pants
But I'm twitchin like it's g****amned ants
I'm talking to you
Hot eggs, now the customs men stop
Hot eggs, they watch me reel and rock
Hot eggs, you're making me a fool
I live for money
Hot eggs, now they make me undress
Hot eggs, I'm under great duress
Hot eggs, now they find all my chicks
There goes my money
Hot eggs, you're wearing me out
Hot eggs, I could scream and shout
Hot eggs, I'm such a damned fool
'Thout any money
Copyright ©2001 Alex Riggle. All Rights Reserved