Simon Meeds sang this wonderful parody

The House of the Rising Damp
(Mary McCloud)

There is a house in Milton Keynes
They call the Rising Damp
It's been the ruin of many a poor guest
From food poisoning and stomach cramp

Smoked Salmonella sandwiches
Are the special of the day
And the pies of pork get up and walk
Around the plates where they lay

The whisky tastes like turpentine
And the beer is always flat
And strange noises come from the rooms upstairs
But we'll say no more of that

There's a folk club on a Friday night
With guitars out of tune
Singing like a pack of wolves
Baying at the moon

I'm getting out of Milton Keynes
By car or bus or train
I'm going back to the
To hear good music again