There is a whole layer of hell reserved for Robbie Williams, whilst Nicole Kidman – for attempting to revive the musical in 2001 – gets at least two or three levels to herself. But taking the song which they took back to number one at face value, there is something all more disturbing about the original version. I know it was a simpler age, I know people we not as cynical as today – but surely someone noticed that this was a song about a father and son spending the night in bed together.

Surely the FBI, who wanted to topple Frank Sinatra for his mob connections, could have at least used the premise of paedophilia in the song as a reason to hall in ole blue eyes and give him a quick – doobie doobie doo – kicking. If not for his mafia connections, for his decades of clicking his fingers and singing in a monotone. Why do you think Nancy Sinatra ended up singing with Lee Hazlewood. He is the only man in pop with less of a vocal range than her father. No Something Stupid is a distubring love song which keeps it in the family. Perhaps Frank should have changed his name to be like his daughter: Noncy Sinatra sounds about right.