Ugh, this is one of those treacly, obnoxious, John Deacon songs. It’s also grammatically incorrect. It smacks of everything that was cheesy in the 70s. All it’s missing is Kiki Dee.
We get it. John loves his wife. She’s his muse. But the “de-doo-doo”s and the galloping ramp up to the solo are at once ironic and earnest.
This is a Bay City Rollers song elevated by the band’s craft and skill.
Grade: C-
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