GOD! I HOPE Simon beats her to death on this one. I HATE her. Seriously. Ugh. Talk about irrelevant…bleh.
Wouldn’t it be great if Simon just took out a gun and shot her?
LEE FUCKING GREENWOOD? Holy shit, that was awful. WHY DO THEY LIKE IT?
Oh my God Simon. Words cannot describe my disappointment in you.
Ok, so we all hate the song, regardless of who does it. That’s a given.
She didn’t suck on it, though, it was okay.
God, I can’t believe Simon thinks Lee Greenwood is a good songwriter.
Thank you. I am now wiping Winn-Dixie Shells n’ Cheddar off my laptop.
What an ass-kiss to America that song choice was. Simon must have eaten some of Paula’s pills. That song BLOWS.
At least she didn’t wear a flag pin.
Oh, dear God, Simon LOVED it? What the…?
They’re all pandering to the audience. If they said the song sucked they’d get called unpatriotic. I’m even paranoid enough to think they were given instructions from Murdoch himself to LOVE THAT SONG.
See, Randy or maybe Paula understand that it’s not a good song, lyrically or musically.
Simon just sees $$$ when he hears it. It’s pap, but pap sells.
Yup. The terrorists have already won.
So when Simon ran out of Coke earlier, did anyone else notice Paula start to raise her cup to offer some of her “Coke” to Simon? He must have taken her up on the offer.
That’s the only explanation I can think of for praising that performance and especially for praising that song!
Or was that some of Simon’s reverse psychology in action?
Okay, I love David Combover for comparing his baby pics to a Marvel super-villain.
Well at least they can’t accuse him of copying the original, who’s cover is he covering this week?
:eek:
Billie Jean…dear god. I’m not sure how I feel about this…
And does Captain Combover’s combover look…thicker somehow? Or did they dye the teensy tendrils to fill in the vast space of his huge head?
One of the best performances ever on Idol by David Cook.
That song has zero resemblance to the original. Changing the tempo is kosher. Changing the melody is not.
What have we come to when we can’t even say a sucky song sucks because we’re afraid of being called un-American.
David Cook, please marry me.
That rocked!