I remember the John Smiths add: To the tune of jona lewie,stop the cavalry. Got my L.A shirt & my disco trousers all topped off with an Elvis quiff. The night is young & I smell like a surfer want some mates to go out with. Got a mate called brown & a mate called jones we're off to see a mate called smith. Could meet a bird by the name of lulu, moves like a zulu on a hot plate, she might seem keen & dance like a dream but nothing comes between me & my mate. For a great little mover that goes down smooth get yourself a mate called smith. Sad eh?
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