Lyrics: Whitlams. Chunky Chunky Air Guitar.

She came from the Cocos Islands
With a limp and a snow-shaker, huh
Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor

He said, "You ain't get's nothing
'Cause nothing gets made by Koreans"
He had dubbin in his hair
And he played the tambourine

They gave him a medal
They caught him shaving his hairpiece
Locked him in confinement
Wired like a banshee with a blade

She came to him in a dream disguised as a bus crash
Through the mud, the blood and the tears they kissed
And then they slipped away, they were singin'

Chunky, chunky air guitar now
Chunky, chunky air guitar

He was getting down like a freak show
She was going off like a whale
Chunky, chunky air guitar now
Chunky, chunky air guitar

Bellhop blues with a midget butt-boy in Sweden
Chock full of puss and wolved by a little French maid
Eloped with his sister, married in a tag-team wedding
Sticky like a girl undercover of a Japanese glade

She came from the Cocos Islands
She came from the Cocos Islands
She came from the Cocos Islands
She came from the Cocos Islands and they were singing

Chunky chunky air guitar now
Chunky chunky air guitar

He was getting down like a freak show
He was getting down like a freak show
He was getting down like a freak show
She was going off like a whale