Wake Me Up Before You Go Go

He's getting to be an ever present danger to a quiet life in London. You can't go for a stroll on Hampstead Heath of an evening, maybe in the direction of Gobbler's Gully, for seeing George Michael being chased by a posse of journalists. Flitting in-and-out of the moon-lit glades. Or if you go for a quiet drive of a night you find your way blocked by a car containing a comotose George Michael. Oh George, you should never have broken up with Andrew Ridgeley, he would have kept you on the straight and narrow.