A Challenge Met...

And so as I made away from the stag do I enquired of the silky buck "pray tell, my fine lengthy squid, where does your honeymoon take you?".
"Why Douglas! I'm glad you asked." he replied with a joviality found only through oversized steak consumption "Three weeks in borneo...that would make a great song...I bet you can't work that into a song".
We will all be pleased to find that today's song takes in this line as part of a tale of undersized sickly tyons and monkey's brains being eaten whilst the live monkey is strapped to a harness. It's very much a song for the everyman. I include the hastily scrawled lyrics.

I have never met so many Age journalists in all my days.

it's where the honeymooners go
three weeks alone in borneo
like hot oil on monkey's brains
all strapped in with belts and chains


to find a life deprived
it's the sadness in a tyon's eyes


drinking cheap malaysian wine
while keeping indonesian time
feel it warm upon your plate
as the monkey's curly tail goes straight

to find a life deprived
it's the sadness in a tyon's eyes

not a lion
not a tiger
half of both 
but none of either


an early death
half the size
can't look his parents
in the eyes

to find a life deprived
it's the sadness in a tyon's eyes

to find a life deprived
it's the sadness in a tyon's eyes