Guy goes goggle-eyed over some broad (the swaggering horns seem to demand she’s called a broad) and when he thinks he’s got your tongue wagging in time he hits you with the punchline – he’s screwing her already! You dog, Guy! “Last night I held her tight, HA HA” (in truth maybe not quite that emphatically). The song then repeats with a lady-chorus singing about how fine Guy’s girl is and the main man Mitchell doing spoken-word interjects about how he can’t believe it either. It’s not even as if the tune’s a good one: it’s a galumphing brass-led lumber which is only slightly enlivened by the first guitar solo on a No.1 hit.