There's only one person that is responsible for this song making it into my top 200--Delvene Delaney. Without the memory of Delvene strutting to this song on the Paul Hogan show, it wouldn't even come close to making the list. It would be in the outer rim of the solar system keeping company with Donnie Iris's "Ah Leah."
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My wife just walked into the room while I was listening to "Ah Leah" and wondering if I should include a link to the goofy video in this post. She asked, "Are they singing about diarrhea?" Legitimate question. I watched the video again and substituted the word "diarrhea" for "Ah Leah." You try.
Donnie Iris video: Ah Leah
I have to say the lyrics actually work pretty well with that substitution, especially the choruses and the part at the end of the song when he starts screaming. Julie's suggested one-word lyric replacement may have just shifted the position of "Ah Leah" in the solar system so that it's orbit is now in the neighborhood of the gas giants.
Now back to our regularly scheduled program.
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Sunday night at 10:30 was a special family time in our house. All the kids had to go to bed but me, and Mom would stay out of the living room because she didn't like the fact that I was watching the Paul Hogan show. When it first started showing, she saw some of it. But what she saw was much too randy for her, and she didn't think it met church standards, which it definitely didn't. But lucky for me, my Dad served a mission in Australia, and he pretty much loved watching anything on TV if it came from Australia. Dad overruled Mom's objection since he was watching it with me and could turn it off if there were any really naughty parts. That meant I got to stay up late and watch the show with Dad. We had kind of had an unspoken agreement that if anything risqué did come on, he'd let me watch it as long as we were sure Mom wouldn't find out about it. But Mom did catch us once while watching the Hot Legs skit, and she started scolding Dad and me. But he put a quick stop to the tongue-lashing without even getting out of the easy chair by saying something like, "Oh, Roberta, just let us watch our show. It isn't going to do Daren any harm." Mom stormed off with a parting "Oh, Earl!" in her best I'm-so-disgusted voice. Within 30 seconds, Dad was roaring again at the skit. After that, Mom didn't protest my watching of the show any more, including the...
"Hot Legs" skit.
Thanks to Dad, every time "Hot Legs" is playing on the radio, I am now able to imagine Delvene Delaney wandering around some Australian town, apparently for no particular reason, and creating mayhem among the male populace by distracting them with the funnest legs to watch on TV. Fair dinkum!
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