This song ends with some mad violin and a punch up sequence. The violinist was Graham Preskett, a dishevelled looking Keith Moon-like character who was hanging around the studio when the Mott album was being recorded. Band member Overend Watts said that normally he'd have had him thrown out, but when they got talking, Preskett said he was doing a session in another studio which needed a string arrangement, but first he was writing the 52 piece orchestral arrangement... on the back of a cigarette packet! This endeared him to the band. He "wasn't wooden like most classical musicians," one said.
The song was meant to be a parody of the group's rage and frustrations but ended up mirroring life.
Suggestion credit: Alexander Baron - London, England, for all above