Don Maclean:
Shabby shabby ground
Paint your cladding blue and red
Wake up in your own mum's bed
With eyes that know the naffness of it all
Black clad boys and drummer man
live unhappily in a caravan
No-one listens
We're not listening still
They know we never will.
Song of the year. The third line had me laugh so hard I blew my remaining testicle out my backside.