When the rockodile was a wee lad, his mum and dad played scratchy Elton John records over and over. One of the songs stuck in his head and his fate was sealed! He’s spent years hunting fruitlessly for yellow brick roads and horny back toads but still hasn’t realised those are native to North America. Fortunately he has a successful night job as a drummer in a popular band and has a faithful following comprising hundreds of howling old owls and some meerkats.
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