...its refrain is so totally associated in my mind with The Big Match’s goals round-up in the 80s that I can’t listen to it without expecting them to cut back to a shifty-looking Elton Wellsby in the Granada studios in a sparkly suit.
This seems a less-than-fitting tribute to scotch greyhound-fancier, homosexualist and shed-based self-murder enthusiast Billy McKenzie.
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