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?