Another day, another ear-worm. This time it’s Prefab Sprout’s irritating catchy ditty The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll.

I suspect I picked this particular ear-worm up during a repeat viewing of Top of the Pops ‘88 on BBC 4. The body of the song isn’t much to write home about (late 80’s synthy with a slight edge to the lyrics) but oh! the chorus, that bloody chorus… It’s not left me alone for days…

‘Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque…’