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Along with everything else by ABBA, this classic piece of 1970s pop is the kind of song I would only ever hear in a pub, on the TV, or in a shop. So listening to it at home for the first time in many years was a rather refreshing experience – I was especially surprised to discover such a prominent bass line, and I had never fully contemplated the mild absurdity of the piano-through-a-flange riff. Sadly the lyrics are pretty one-dimensional, and are probably best left obscured by the clinking of glasses, the drone of a lazy journalist, or the chattering of an inattentive sales assistant.

The gear change also exemplifies the proverb "let sleeping dogs lie". Probably quite inoffensive in a background environment, at close quarters it's just vicious, with a nasty clinicism about its bleak, slamming-door abruptness. Perhaps it's supposed to denote the dizzy heights (a whole semitone up!) to which you could rise with enough money – but I think that's probably being a little over-generous to Benny and Björn.

Listen!