Oh, I forgot about Born to Run.
Watch out, because according to military cadence, I will steal your girlfriend while you are away!!
I took my user name from Andrew Lloyd Webber & Jim Steinman’s Annie Christmas. What with being a huge fan, and my middle name being Anne and my B-day being Dec. 25th.
There’s a million songs about Carol.
It’s a problem-free philosophy … Lacunae Matata! 
As for my real name, there seems to be just the one “Rachel Rachel I’ve been thinking…”
Cliff Richard had ‘Goodbye Sam, hello Samantha,’ but the better one is ‘Samantha’ from High Society. I don’t know of any poems, but it wouldn’t surprise me, even given that the name’s quite a new one.
I am, apparently, a fine girl.
Yes, they tried to play this at my wedding. I had to remind them that in the song she gets left because his life, his lover, his lady is the sea. I’d rather not hear about a man leaving a woman with my name at my wedding reception, thanks.
I do like the song even though many folks think they’re clever and unique and sing for me as if no one else ever did so.
Meagan’s Gypsy Eyes by Blood, Sweat and Tears. My name is actually spelled “Meaghan” but it’s pronounced the same way. Close enough for jazz and all that.
A song titled with my name was popular when I was nine. Made me fear being eaten by others.
This song was the bane of my existence as a child. Now I think it’s kind of c-c-c-cute. Everyone sang it to me. It was awful.
Johnny Cash had a fun song with my name.
And Ben Folds Five.
My favourite is actually “Katie’s Been Gone” by The Band, but sadly, there is not one version on the internet I would want to share with someone hearing it for the first time. 
Now I want to make a playlist with just songs with my name. My Google searching has turned up a lot of results, even The Barenaked Ladies have a song with my name.
Oh, and this one by Alabama.
I’m not aware of any songs or poems about Aaron. That’s not to say there aren’t any, I’m just not aware of any.
Now I feel dumb for not remembering that someone standing outside a broken phone booth with money in their hand mentions me.
I am still neither sexy nor angelic.
George of the Jungle
Much much worse, Georgie Porgie puddin and pie.
I can think of a couple. I much prefer the Simon and Garfunkle one to the Everly Brothers.
You should hear the full lyrics to Take Me Out to the Ball Game, then.
First name? Trivially easy to find.
Full name? No, unless there is something not yet translated from Croatian that references a distant cousin of mine.
I don’t have one, to my knowledge. Or at least not a mainstream one.
Which is a little odd, because Bradley lends itself to rhymed with various adverbs. sadly, madly, gladly.
But then, I’d guess there are a lot fewer songs about men’s names in general than there are about ladies.
William Wordsworth wrote a poem about me.
Well, there is one that I know of by Todd Rundgren…http://youtu.be/WZ0Xy0uZOxY 
Michael Collins? It’s not a 150 years old, but the ballad of michael collins is the oldest rebel song i can think of about a guy.