"Oh, you can clear a room,
by playing Danny Boone,
a breaker-of-a records until dawn,
or I can even hear... Sam Whitman or Zamfir;
don't mind a Yoko Ono marathon.
Or play some Tiffany,
on 8-track or CD,
or scrape your fingernails across a board,
or tie me to a chair,
and kick me down the stairs;
just please don't play that stupid song no more."
"Don't play that song, that Achy Breaky Song,
you know I hate that song a bu-unch.
And if you play that song, that nauseating song,
you might just make me lose my lunch."
"Don't play that song, that Achy Breaky Song
-- I might just blow up my radio-o"...
These little comedy bites used to come on just before "The Drive at Five", which would then begin: "The keys... the belt... the transmission... the radio... The Drive at Five: Montreal's all-request hour." I collected the better part of half of a ninety-minute cassette tape of them, but this one I didn't manage to catch.
*Pronounced "Shome-FM" -- for you non-vrai West Islanders out there.