SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

The Song Challenge:   Lost your 'Olympic' spirit? Here's a little story that should help to inspire all of us to 'go for the gold' . . . So, Go For It Challenge!rs!!   Thirty contestants from around the globe recently gathered in London for the second annual round of the Official World Dung Spitting Championships. CNN's Amanda Kibel was there to witness the 'action':   "It might not be the most physically demanding sport in the world, but mentally, it's a real challenge. All you need, say competitors, is a good lung capacity, limber lips, a strong mind and stomach, and a prime pellet of animal dung. The aim of the game is simple: overcome the resistance to placing the dung in your mouth and then, spit it out.   The all-important dung selection is first, and the competition was fierce for pieces of the finest droppings, gathered on a game farm in Africa, yielded by the Kudu, a small deer-like animal. And clearly, not just any old dung will do. A worthy pellet must be firm, not crumbly, and preferably, not too fresh.   As the first training session unfolded, interest from some passersby was high, but controversy dogged this competition from the start. One woman passerby commented, "You're spitting! And there's a rule about spitting in this country.  There is, there's a bylaw about spitting."   The games must go on. Competition day dawned, and competitors embarked on the vital warm-ups (gulping large portions of golden ale and dark stout). Mouths well lubricated, they spit their best, but in the end, it's a sudden-death playoff.   The Dungmeister, the reigning champion, the man who, in the past, has spat a mighty ten meters, faces off against an unknown, a rank outsider! A new champion is born, and he pays tribute to his technique: "I use the little pointed end (of the dung) towards the back. That seems to work."   But it takes more than just technique. Dung spitters say that what it's really all about is a simple case of mind over waste matter."

I'm Gonna Spit Some Poo by Mbo

I'm gonna get me some poo tomorrow 
Poo tomorrow, poo tommorow 
I'm gonna get me some poo tomorrow 
So I can spit it a long long way 

I'm gonna spit some poo, poo, poo 
And you can spit some too, too, too 
But I'm gonna beat you, you, you 
I'm gonna spit some poo, poo, poo 

Drink me a pitcher of dark brown lager 
Golden ale, stout, and some dark brown lager 
So I can be a competition hogger 
And I will win the day 

Got my dung fresh from an African Kudu 
A little bitty deer called an African Kudu 
He makes the best first-rate Gold-medal doo doo 
So I can win the day 

Gotta be a round, firm, perfect little pellet 
A not-to-crumbly perfect little pellet 
And matured by times so you can REALLY smell it 
So I can win the day 

Lady on the sidewalk won't stop dinnin' 
"Spitting is illegal" she just keeps dinnin' 
She's got it right up there with mortal sinnin' 
But I don't care what they say 

I spit my dung farther than any other player 
I got more distance than any other player 
I spit 'em so far that they haven't got a prayer 
I'm gonna win the day 

Now I'm the final with the big Dungmeister 
The record-breaking reigning champ big Dungmeister 
But I shut his ass down like a big city scheister 
And I have won the day!! 

Now that I've won, I'm so happ-happ-happy 
I'm the world champ, and I'm happ-happ-happy 
Wish my breath didn't taste so crap-crap-crappy 
But I have won the day!! 

Yes, I spat some poo, poo, poo 
And you spat some too, too, too 
But I went and beat you, you, you 
I really spat some poo 
Poo 
Poo

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