I remember the first part of a song that was doing the rounds about 20 years ago, written by a chap by the name of Dave Summers ( I think. Apologies if I'm confused.) It started Each night as I prepare myself for slumber With Horlicks or a goodnight cup of tea I take a little peek in the centre of my physique To see what mother nature's left for me and the chorus went It's rough, it's tough My belly button's always full of fluff I've got enough fluff to stuff a cushion or a pouffe And fill it full of belly button fluff fluff fluff. Any help on the rest greatfully received. Cheers Nic
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