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Summer Bay
   
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Wil: We need an old wives' tale that is either proved or disproved, we need a love story between two networks or two different media organisations.
Adam: Forbidden love!
Wil: Millsy and Paris Hilton style. We need the record temperature or a record being set - something to do with the climate and a record being set.
Adam: We need an honour to Mark Viduka and his statement, "Nobody pays nothin' for nothin'" - we need a sentence with too many negatives. And we want girlish excitement - even more than a little track we played from a girl who was on Super Request last night who was very very excited.
Wil: Hardest challenge ever, I reckon.
Adam: Take it away, Tripod!
   
Tripod: Hey, hey, hey...
  Hey, hey, hey...
  It's a lovely day,
  It's Summer Bay.
  The children laugh and play,
Gatesy: I think you get the idea.
   
Scod: What's that phone box,
  Down along the esplanade?
  That blue police box,
Yon and Gatesy: I swear it wasn't there before.
   
Scod: Maybe it's the temperature,
  Gettin' me down.
  It's hotter here than Erinsborough (?),
  It's got to be a record for a fictional town.
   
Tripod: Hey, hey, hey...
  It's a scorching day.
Yon: The scorched almond factory...
Gatesy: Shut it down!
Yon: Just sittin' there on the tray.
   
Gatesy and Scod: What's that phone booth?
  And who is coming out of it?
Yon: Some kind of time lord,
Scod: (Excitedly) Oh my God! I can't believe Dr Who's in our song!!!
Gatesy: Put a lid on it, ya girl!
Scod: Sorry.
   
Tripod: Looking at the doctor's face,
  I can see tears.
  He's broken up with Alf, you see,
  They're from different networks and it would affect their careers.
   
  Hey, hey, hey...
  It's such a hot day.
Gatesy: Why are you wearing a scarf?
Scod: Oh, it's that Dr Who - I was visualising Jon Pertwee.
Yon: Pert... wee. Anyway, back to the song.
   
Gatesy: Why are you crying?
Yon: (English) Well, I was going out with Alf, you see, and ahh...
Gatesy and Scod: And why are you Ringo?
Yon: Oh, it's all I can do. And I don't think I can even do a passable Ringo.
  You know, it used to be so good between Alf and me. There wasn't no nothing we couldn't love each other through.
Gatesy: Haven't we not already not done that in another song?
Yon: No, haven't we?
  Anyways, what am I going to do about Alf?
   
Gatesy: You know what old wives say, Dr Who, like - if you rub a coin on your eye, you'll wreck your eye.
Yon: Ooh! I must try that.
   
  You know, I really miss that little orange guy. We had so much in common...
Gatesy: Mmm?
Yon: He was from space, I was from space...
Gatesy: Hang on, Alf, the little orange guy from space... no, no, no, no - this whole song's been based on a faulty premise! What did Summer Bay ever have to do with it?
Yon: It rhymes with "Hey, hey, hey".
Gatesy: Oh.
   
Tripod: Hey, hey, hey...
  We might as well stay,
  In Summer Bay.
   
Gatesy: You know we belong together...

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