There are some many Squeeze lyrics that make me smile and sing along, paint wonderfully intimate pictures and cover me in a warm nostalgic glow.
Wonderful chroniclers of the mundane in their early years.
And lyrics that I’d deride McCartney for elicit a much more benign response.
We stayed in my the telly, although the room was smelly.
One of the hottest greatest hits of the great 77-82 era and one classic album East Side Story, I can’t help but feel they are a bit overlooked.