A delightfully twisted song, written by the wonderful Philip Pope, and performed on "Spitting Image". I especially like the happy little clarinet that bubbles along in the accompaniment, getting happier and happier as the lyrics get more and more depressing.
Unfortunately, the video quality is terrible. This is not, as one wag suggested, meant to simulate the effect of viewing on an old Logie-Baird mechanical TV, but because the VHS tape is 25 years old and was much-played, particularly this song.
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