Kangacore

by Jeb on February 10, 2002

(Scene: a train station. I am happily waiting for my train, when a slightly distressed woman turns from her male friend to me).

Woman: Please settle this argument for me.

Me: Sure.

Woman: You know the song from Skippy?

Me: The kangaroo?

Man: Yes.

Woman: I did not ask you.

Man: I’m only t-

Woman: Fuck out.

(I note this interjection for use in further conversation – I’ve fucked off, fucked it, fucked the world; but never fucked out).

Woman: (turning attention to me) The final line of the song, ‘Skippy, a friend ever true.’ Do you really think anyone would have said that to each other back when Skippy was originally on TV?

Me: Er, I wasn’t really aroun-

Man: Of course they did. Why would they use such language if it was nonsensical?

Woman: You fucking idiot. You don’t see me going up to this guy here – (she stabs me painfully in the chest with her fingernail) – what’s your name?

Me: Je-

Woman: You don’t see me going up to this guy here and saying ‘You’re my friend ever true’.

Man: YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW JE!

Me: Um, my name’s actually J-

Woman: (screaming) People just don’t say YOU’RE MY FRIEND EVER TRUE to each other.

Me: Well, in all fairness…

Woman: (spinning on heels) What?

Me: Well, you know. It may well be the lyric of a song, but I don’t go around to people and say ‘Hi! Smack my bitch up’.

Woman: But that’s no equivalent!

Man: Yes it is! People would-

Me: But don’t you remember when The New Adventures Of Skippy was on TV in the early 90′s? They reworked the lyrics to the song.

Man and woman: Oh?

(seeing that this has momentarily ceased their argument, I hastily bullshit)

Me: That’s right. Uh…

Woman: What was it? How’d it go?

Man: (eagerly) Yeah? Tell us.

Me: Umm… (clears throat). Skippy… Skippy, Skippy the bush kangaroo. Er… uhm, Skippy, Skippy…

(I realise I’ll need to insert a modern reference. The first thing I can think of is the lyrical gem…)

Me: Skippy, he’s da roo in da crew.

(Man and woman instantly raise their voices in screaming, howling protest, I hastily shuffle my way to the other end of the train platform).

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