Thanks Dave S; I couldn't even remember the title - loss of grey cells you know.
On the subject of humourous songs when I lived in Manchester in the late sixties somebody wrote a song about a body being found in a shop doorway and the policemen who found it moved it on to another beat so he wouldn't have the hassle of filling in the paperwork. This continues to happen and it ends with a note being pinned on it reading -
'Not wanted on beats three and five'.
Does anybody remember it or who wrote it?
Jim Carroll