That the annals of Eurovision will forever and always contain the name “Trackshittaz” makes me absolutely bust a gut. The song that finished dead-last in 2012 — not even in the final, but overall — is my guilty pleasure for its unprecedented combination of audacity and infuriating catchiness. Woki mit deim popo is a horrible song. Many have suggested it is the worst Eurovision entry of all time — an allegation difficult to dispute. (Then again, they did get more points than Piqued Jacks… so…?) The lyrics are just non-stop, unabashed objectification. Trackshittaz delivered on their promise — the track IS shit — and Marvin Dietmann (to his… credit?) really brought the artists’ (?) vision (?) to life on-stage.
Despite there being so very much to hate about Woki mit deim popo, I will never not bop along. I will never miss the opportunity to “ooh ooh!” with the chorus. Perhaps it’s the blissful ignorance of not knowing the Mühlviertlerisch dialect (or any other Austrian dialect, for that matter), but I bask in the disease-like infectiousness of this song — with the windows closed and the blinds down (never in the car where I could be seen and heard).
What I really want to know is whether Trackshittaz will be invited to perform at ESC 2026. If the sad soul who put together the “United by Music” rendition of Fly on the Wings of Love in 2025 could maybe do the same for Woki mit deim popo in Vienna, I would be eternally in their debt.