Competing to represent Ireland at the Eurovision with this song, Johnny Rotten and whoever the ‘co’ might be are probably not being ironic or ‘punky’ as the classic Hawaiian arrangement conjures up a particularly meaningful holiday there, perhaps it was John’s and his missus. Who knows?
If you heard it and didn’t know who it was what would you think? Perhaps that an ould fella, maybe one of them singers in a show band, had let the booze get him all sentimental enough to hire a studio and the local music guy to record something he’s been working on for a while. He should maybe take himself more seriously but it’s difficult when you’ve always got to get the first lumps in.
Hope he wins.
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