Footprints just wouldn’t work in any accent other than Scouse, would it? This song almost defines the description “droll”. It’s awesomely funny. Ten points just for knowing what or who Bert, Adge, The Shend and Daktari are (I did! And should I be proud of that? Would my parents be proud of me? Would my Dad let me borrow his golf clubs if he knew?). The original Footprints in the Sand poem which this is, er, inspired by, is one of those twee things which appear on posters designed to extract cash from evangelical Christians. It would appear people argue over the authorship of it. I’d run and hide, me.