the Lost Tribes of Israel got around rather a lot.
They got to Jamaica. Maybe they came via Scotland.
See, they were taking the whole "being lost" thing very seriously. But being pursued all over the galaxy by those pesky Cylon chappies and their Imperious Leader won't have helped, to be fair. Small wonder they got around.
....what?
No, no grouse is what curmudgeons do.
Australians probably do grouse, too. Or did. That's why they're Australians now.
No, no grouse is what curmudgeons do.
And what do the grouse do? Other grouse. No, wait, I remember: lekking.
Say it again, more softly:
L-l-l-l-lekking.
Australians probably do grouse, too. Or did. That's why they're Australians now.
No, Australians
are
grouse. Bonza even.
Hee. Well, you know you make me wanna
LEK!!
Throw my hand up
LEK!!
Kick my heels back
LEK!!
Throw my head back
LEK!!
Come on now
LEK!!
Some would call us mad, you know.
Some would call us mad, you know.
Yeah, well, some people are always grousing about something. Lekleklek
"Was your grandma a whore,
Was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and grafters who fell to their grief?
If you're born in Australia, I know who ye be
You're the son of a son of a scoundrel like meeee!"
I've only heard this sung in Maryland accents by a folk song group called Clam Chowder, so I don't know if it's a real song Down Under. But they like to use songs from the far reaches of the English-speaking world, so maybe it is.
Oh yeah, lek!
Half an hour to Buffy, my fellow East Coast Americans! Whatever you do, don't gloat! Nope, don't do it! Wouldn't be prudent!