Ms Ciccone at her coquettish best sounding like the bastard-offspring of Marilyn Monroe, Betty Boop and Penelope Pitstop – what a party that was! – with more humour and savvy than you might otherwise give her credit for.
This is the song made famous by Eartha Kitt – whose stint as Catwoman is something I’ve never been able to forgive her for - and Madge injects just enough …well, fun!.. .into the whole thing to make this - if not exactly palatable - at least sufferable. It was for charity anyway, and It’s about the only version of this awful song I’d give house room to this season.
Can’t help but wonder though; what on earth do you think you’d buy Madonna for Christmas?