Bloodhound Gang - Foxtrot, Uniform, Charlie, Kilo (Universal)
3/5
By: Kevin Molloy
Surely the boys from Bloodhound Gang have all died of stupid jackass stunts or over-indulgence by now? Seemingly not... and they've actually managed to muster a fairly good stab at a clever and humorous song, somewhat despite themselves.
The song, then, consists of a series of euphemisms for intercourse or copulation. Except that we all know affairs will not be so tacit. Instead we are instructed to 'cattle prod the oyster ditch with the lap-rocket' and 'marinade the nether rod in the squish mitten'. The chorus spells a rude word too...
And, mildly embarrassingly, it does elicit a smile. As long as you wear your ironic face you could definitely dance to it. Plus we're happy to endorse silly words on the topic of one of life's vastly enjoyable and most often euphemised activities. So go on, 'Cannonball the fiddle cove with the pork steeple', make yourself happy.
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