I hear another great collab' (no pun intended). Bri leading the way (as usual), but with me carefully navigating him to ensure we did a good one. I think Bri is a particular fan of this number, often singing it while sitting outside budget supermarkets doing his daily busking and gathering of biscuits to take back to his highly profitable (not profiterole) business. The genius of this song is a blatant theft of a nursery rhyme.

This is where I, Bri went all out to compose the godfather of epic rock albums. Starting with the not at all-suggestive title (it merely describes my favourite strumming posture) I built the song from the ground up, laying the foundations with an undeniably instant classic guitar riff that renders the likes of 'Smoke On The Water' and 'Whole Lotta Love' as no longer necessary. Before that legendary riff kicks in though, both Tico and myself tease you, the listener, with delightful compliments about liking the way you do certain things. Just to show our appreciation to those fans who have given us a reasonably enjoyable life. Following that tease, we aimed to please and the remainder of the song rocks harder than a 'Slippery When Wet' reject.

A lyrical twist on 'I Spy' (one of my favourite pastimes) dominates the verses while elsewhere, smiles are smiled, floral arrangements arouse and direct debits fail. If Bob Dylan had ventured into the world of hair metal, he may have missed on similar lyrical subjects. I gave Tico plenty of room to abuse his six string on the outro and he delivers with a volley of screaming shredded notes that leave you in no doubt that you are listening to the greatest rock song since the artist formerly known as Puff Daddy teamed up with Jimmy Page on the Godzilla soundtrack.