So farewell then, Ross Thomson, finally caught out after a career of duplicity and lies. Here’s one of his greatest hits when he was tricked by a TV crew into believing a fake drug app exists that supports fictional children working in a Colombian cartel’s “cocaine factory”. What a riddy.

R. O . S . S.
Some call me barmy
Some name me thick
It don’t make no difference
I make everyone sick

They call me the hoover
Cos I suck and I grin
Yeah, they call me the hoover
When I’m on the floor
The kids yell for more, more, more

Some call me barking
Some want my blood
Yes they do
It don’t make no difference
‘Cos I’ll still be a fud

They call me the hoover
Cos I suck and I grin
Yeah, they call me the hoover
When I’m on the floor
The kids yell for more, more, more
I said sing it to me children, now

Yea I’m the hoover honey Yea
I’m the hoover honey Yea
I’m the hoover honey
yeah yeah yeah
ahaha
na na na na na na nana

 

from the album The Ross Boys, available here.