 
 
Rocking, Hell for leather, gibbering, squawking, rampant rollercoaster rabbit riff mayhem.
Talentless buck toothed, lettuce munching, riff pilfering, hell for leather, Lethbridge-obsessed no-hopers locked away in their damp underground multi-track recording hutch, obsessively chopping up Frank Fish & the Fins/Nige & Trev recordings until the baby donkeys come home.
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I used to regularly meditate using a whale noises CD but since discovering the soothing sounds of Mr Frank Rabbit and his absurdly talented Bobtails I am now in the habit of sitting cross-legged in front of my golden rabbit hutch altar listening to a continuous loop of 'Totally Fecked-Up Deckchair'. Since applying this FR & the Bs relaxation technique my life has really taken off in a big way and I am now a successful Canadian Tmber Wolf breeder. Thank you Frank Rabbit and the Botails for your profound musical guidance. This song has literally saved my life and as a token of my undying gratitude I will be having a sacred 'Deckchair' symbol tattooed on my aura as soon as I sell the next litter of wolf cubs. Hurrah for the Bobtails! 5 stars from me...now lettuce pray!