I had a minor revelation today, after a few weeks of various road trips, I've accepted that "Hunky Dory" is the only album I can sing from start to finish.

When I say "sing", it's not perhaps a very traditional interpretation - sadly the muses didn't see fit to impart to me a sense of rhythm, pitch, intonation or diction, but when it's just me and the wheel, who cares? Of course, today, the wheel and I were joined by my daughter, who at 7, is acutely aware that daddy doesn't quite cut it as a vocalist. She also lacks the necessary social grace to realise that it's impolite to point out my shortcomings. Regularly.

Anyway, Hunky Dory. Damn, it's a classic album. Opening with a couple of pop classics, I chose to use the Peter Noone variation for "Oh, You Pretty Things" - the Earth is a "beast" when young ears are present. "8 Line Poem" could be the first hurdle, as the lyrics are obfuscated with some "unusual" stylings by Mr B - I'm fairly sure it's "A tactful cactus by your window", and awarded myself bonus points for remembering to roll the 'r' in "Hera" prior to her head/paws insertion.

Life on Mars is a shoe-in, just remember the hard 'k' in "Amerika" and ululate on "Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrs" until your voice cracks an octave, and your daughter drops her colouring book and protests. "Kooks" is the throwaway track, but as an adult singing (ostensibly) to a child it's bearable. "Quicksand" - as the name implies, plenty of traps for the neophyte, but practice, and a cursory knowledge of "The Golden Bough" will help.

Did I say "Kooks" was the throwaway? No, that's "Fill your heart" There's never a need for Tiny Tim covers, but at least one can entertain one's captive (perhaps now furiously clawing the windows - hurrah for windowlocks!) audience by doing the trumpet stabs. Three more before the big finish - Try not to be distracted by the greatest-sounding guitar which doubles the acoustic intro to "Queen Bitch", mumble through "Song For Bob Dylan", and ensure the right degree of camp for "it's ..eh.. WarHOL actually...as in HOLS..."

Bewlay Brothers...it's the amateur wailer's big challenge. A lip reader, seeing me paused at the traffic lights might wonder why a middle aged man appeared to think that "it was stalking time for the moonboys" but luckily the lights change quickly. My strangled vole of a voice is actually well suited to the multi-tracked finish, though it did prompt a question from the booster seat..."Daddy, what does he mean, "Lay me place and bake me pie, I'm starving for me gravy". A few falsetto "aways" and I'm there, 40 minutes have passed and I'm still word perfect.

Bollocks, it's the Rykodisk version. Who the hell knows the words to "Bombers"?