Things begin normally one night for the protagonist of Rick Dees 1976 hit song "Disco Duck".
In a Kafka-esqe twist, just as "all the ladies were treating him right" a normal man is somehow transformed into a duck. In horror, the man flaps his "arms" to come to grips with what could be the most existentially jarring moment of his life. "Look at me" he cries, "I am the disco duck".
But the party doesn't stop. Everyone wants to get down with the disco duck. They dance like he dances. Like Zeus in the form of a swan, women find the disco duck irresistible. The disco duck, for his part, has retained some element of his humanity: a desire for women. "I gotta have me a woman," declares the duck amid perverse laughter. "Hey momma, shake your tail feathers! ha ha ha!"
Amid this spectacle of beastiality and metamorphosis enters Elvis, thanking the duck. Everything seems to have worked out for the poorly-voiced, hyper-sexualized Donald Duck rip-off.
Dees tried to follow up the success of this disturbing, but optimistic, magna opus of the disco era, but failed when "discorilla" failed to meet with as wide an audience.
-Miguel Sanchez 13:28 EST |