Mr. Hamburger and Mr. Darjean have provided Cliff with this bouncy ditty about Jesus, and all His wonders. Cliff warbles tunefully along, hardly missing a note, happily acclaiming the virtues and mercies of the Son of God. It’s bound to sell to all those festival-of-lighters, and I’m sure Peter Hill has a copy, and Prince Charles. I can’t imagine it going down very well though in the Rockingham Club in manchester or the Catacombs in London’s often exposed Earl’s Court. But to each his or her own. One doesn’t have to buy it, and Tony Blackburn never plays it.