S.S.O.S. (Stop Spoiling Our Songs)

Ah, well, it seems after my, ahem, “inspirational, motivational” post yesterday morning, we need to cleanse the palate, somewhat.

So, to return to the topic of songs deemed ripe to be appropriated by those who seek to sell us stuff, and after my first post on this topic a couple of weeks ago, I left the door open for any pet hates you might have in this area.

At which point, I’ll hand you over to an uncensored (sorry Mum!) suggestion from Drew over at the reliably wonderful Across The Kitchen Table who sent me this:

“What the fuck has ‘Do I Love You (Indeed I Do)’ got to do with fucking happy eggs? I could just about handle the use of it for shit greasy chicken but eggs!”

‘Happy eggs’ sounds like some kind of sex toy, doesn’t it?

Consider it reclaimed, Drew:

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Frank Wilson – Do I Love You (Indeed I Do)

I honestly can’t believe I’ve never posted that before, mostly because it would give me the opportunity to brag that, one night a year or so when I was awake ridiculously early for no apparent reason, I tweeted it to 6Music DJ Chris Hawkins as a suggestion for the 5:15 tune, and he played it. Not a great claim to fame, granted, but them’s the breaks.

Anyway, more soon, and feel free to suggest any other beloved records you’re disgusted to hear used in an advert.