September 29: Do yourself a favour ...

Countdown it's back, and I’m watching a track

Of ABBA when the girls were so hot

I was in love with them all, and a very young Paul
Would sing with just all that he'd got

There were dozens of bands, from so many lands

But there were hundreds from right here in Australia

And we watched as he tried, though his brain was it fried

The short chat with Prince Charles was a failure

Now I look back at those days, which for some are a haze

And my eyes they swell with my tears

I loved every song that I heard, the new, old and absurd

But for me they were wonderful years

Back when Molly was King, and for him they did sing

His ear was a passport to fame

To our lives he brought passion, and the most awful fashion

But no Sunday at six was the same

So we thank you old mate, your show it was great

The stars and the songs they had flavour

Not to everyone’s style, but is lasted a while

Countdown's on, so do yourself a favour ...