This song cycled round on my mp3 player on the way home this afternoon. I drove Mother Hand absolutely nuts when this came out by recording it off the radio onto a tape and playing it over and over again in the car. I think this must have been the summer we went to Cornwall. That's a long car journey.
Anyway, because I'm a geek there's a line in this that makes me chuckle about how dated it is. The second verse is all about how he thinks his best friend probably knocked up his wife. Very hmmm. But he points out that they were so close they had the same blood type.
Pre-genome, of course. That was the only way you could test paternity, back in the day (explained for the benefit of any youngsters).
It does make me chuckle. Makes very little sense now. Still quite enjoy listening to it, though.