Here's one for the youngsters. See who can spot who I'm parodying before they get to the end...
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Earlier this evening
'Bout quarter to ten
God came a calling
Or was it Uncle Ken
A Mancunian voice
Rammed in me 'ead
Couldn't get it out
I should've gone to bed
It's still there now
What the 'ell do I do?
Shoud I have a lobotomy?
Or just do a poo?
It can't be me uncle
Less likely it's God
I tell thee who it could be
Could be bloody Ken Dodd
Nah, no chance
The geezer's Scouse
He's so old now
He can't get out the 'ouse
But I can take it no more
This old Northern bark
My mind must be infected
By John Cooper Clarke