Well, there’s always my user name song.
IRL, I’m easy to look at and hard to define. Or off on a turn around. Or frowning. Or the poet in Stevie Nick’s heart. 
There is a play called Ross,and two albums by Diana Ross called Ross,my first name.
My last name is used a bunch.
I share the first name of one of Adam Duritz’s lost loves, so it pops up in a couple of Counting Crows’ songs.
My surname is mentioned on Pink Floyd’s debut album The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.
Sahirrnee is the title of a song.
My real name, not very sexy or angelic or whatever it takes to be mentioned.
I’ve never been to Indiana, but I’ll still submit this.
My name is the name of an Allman Brother’s song, which is a great song but has no words.
So to make up for it, people think it’s proper to sing “Jessie’s Girl” to me even though I’ve never gone by “Jessi” and the “Jessie” in question in the song is a boy and we don’t know the name of the girl.
I’m guessing the 25% of us girls born between 1979 and 1981 have the same problem.
Bertha?
Nope. Like I’ve said before, it’s a really uncommon name. My last name pops up occasionally, though, as a first name.
At least two. I much prefer this new one to the one that gave my parents the idea.
Yup, a 150-year-old song celebrating an Irish rebel who martyred himself fighting against the English.
I’ma give you SUCH a pinch!
Actually, I’m pretty sure the Stones never covered Bring It to Jerome. 
Ulysses?
moooooona lisa
mona lisa mom had named you…
Dammit 74westy, I’m a Doper, not a…oh wait…
My first name is big and bad, but it’s also dear.
Actually I think it would be kinda cool to be named Ulysses. But no.
Paul McCartney mentions me along with Vera and Chuck.
I have “Wendy” by the Beach Boys, and even though I want to stab through the eye anyone who tries to spell my name this way, “Windy” by The Association will always hold a special place in my heart. The school band at the HS where my parents taught were learning it and marched by in parade formation to play it in front of our house after I was born.