The girl in the song – a flash of colour in everyday guy-land – maps onto the flamingo metaphor itself, that odd flutter of inspiration in a heavy-handed song. The image of the flamingo-girl gives the song a hook and title but not a center: she’s untouchable, and the singer can only even imagine her as ‘his’ in the context of other guys’ envy. That gives the track a little bit of pathos which the lumbering arrangement does its best to waste – the woodwind in particular sounds forced and clumsy, and you can imagine the flamingo strutting disdainfully on by.

Score: 5

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