Better off instrumental (great song, but the lyrics? Feh!)

The Truly Bad Song Lyrics Thread got me to thinking: there are some singers and bands that make good, even great music, despite a chronic inability to write lyrics that make sense, scan properly, or fail to evoke derisive laughter.
I would think the champion here would be early Elton John; Bernie Taupin’s execrable lyrics labour mightly but do not quite manage to destroy some great pop songs.
Another candidate for me would be Rush (sorry Coldfire et al.); however much I loved that band when I was 14, and still have a soft spot for them, even as a callow teenager I found Neil Peart’s lyrics somewhat, shall we say, wooden and overly didactic.

What are your nominees for songs that you have to pretend not to understand English to enjoy?

Well, I have both the original and an instrumental version of Cotton Eye Joe (or is it Cotton Eyed Joe?). The latter is much better than the former.

Pretty much anything by Ride falls into this category. The world would be a better place without lyrics like “Your words they flatter me / You fill my head with tea”, however good the guitars are.

That song by Crazytown…Butterfly. Its getting all sorts of mad air time on the radio, and I love the music, but the lyrics suck royal flying monkey buttocks. Get rid of dude with bad voice singing bad lyrics, and I would love that song.

Take away those dreaded lyrics to Led Zeplin’s Kashmir

Heh, mattk, ride was the first band I thought of.

I always wish Enya would sing only in Irish because the lyrics in English are unforgivably cheesy, especially the later stuff.

The Happy Mondays took bad lyrics to an amazing level. So pointless and stupid it just took your breath away. And they rhymed!

-fh

hazel-rah,

Much as we both love Felt, you’ve got to admit some of their lyrics were just unbearable.

Ugh. The absolute definition of a band who should have stuck to instrumentals!

But! But! But! I liked the lyrics to The Stagnant Pool! Now I have this image of the recording of it where Maurice Deebank intentionally draws out the bridge until he is sure Laurence won’t start to sing again, explaining why the track is like eight minutes long but the words end within the first minute or so.

And no matter how bad that was, nothing can touch

“you’re trying to fool somebody
but you end up fooling yourself
you’re reading from a season in hell
but you don’t know what it’s about”

-fh, not mentioning Go Kart Mozart