Celebrity Jukebox #72: Dickie Davies

It's common knowledge that I'm not a football fan, so you might imagine I wouldn't have much to say about the passing of Dickie Davies... however, I did watch World of Sport almost every Saturday afternoon when I was a kid. Not for the football... for the wrestling! Giant Haystacks, Mick MacManus, Kendo Nagasaki, Mark “Rollerball” Rocco... and, of course, Big Daddy! Easy! Easy! Easy!

I was therefore very familiar with the genial moustache of Dickie Davies, who introduced the wrestling... and all the other sports we were allowed to watch on Saturday TV before Premier League football was even invented. 

There's an obvious winner on the jukebox today, but before we get to that, here's those dashing charmers, The Sleaford Mods...

Ya can earn seventy quid on a Monday night

Sliding round a pole

In front of four or five rotting bits of bacon

Blokes that look like Dickie Davies

Smoking fags like it's the Seventies

The Sleaford Mods - Dead Cities

Next up, a solo offering from the current lead singer of Thin Lizzy, Black Star Riders and The Almighty. Busy bloke.

Red hands as big as Ulster

Stubble on his chin

We wrestle on the front room floor

And his beard would burn my skin

When Dickie Davies told us

That Lester's horse had won

I'd run along behind him

And he 'd shield me from the sun

Ricky Warwick - When Patsy Cline Was Crazy (And Guy Mitchell Sang The Blues) 

Finally, a tribute to the glory days of wrestling...

I read in the obituaries that Giant Haystacks died

He's gone to fight Big Daddy in that big ring in the sky

Where every day is Saturday, and Dickie Davis smiles

And the Saturday Lunchtime Wrestlers never died

MJ Hibbert & The Validators - The Saturday Lunchtime Wrestlers

Today's obvious winner is so well-associated with Dickie that it even merits a mention on his iffypedia page. Not only that, but it'll claim another victory if ever I get around to Cadbury's Flake on Product Placement Friday. Kim Carnes had Bette Davis, but Nigel Blackwell always preferred Dickie...

God I could murder a Cadbury’s Flake

But then I guess you wouldn’t let me into heaven

Or maybe you would

‘Cos their adverts promote oral sex

A Romany bint in a field with her paints

Suggesting we faint at her beauty

But she’s got Dickie Davies eyes