Christmas Shoes anyone?
Ipecac for the ears.
Yewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Light up My Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife…
All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.
Jesus, those lyrics are so bad I was surprised to see they weren’t written by Lenny Kravitz.
Throw in a couple of lines that end with “…you’re so fine/…blow my mind”, and I think he did. :rolleyes: <—Lenny
Garbage is the word I used to describe …
Cherish always makes me want to barf. And Afternoon Delight is almost enough to turn someone off sex forever.
I’m still not convinced “Afternoon Delight” isn’t an ad for a wine chiller.
or cooler or whatever they call that swill.
Privately, I think Dan Fogelburg’s Longer is quite pretty, and it makes me feel mushy about my husband. Publicly, I snort derisively and call it sentimental drivel.
Dolly Parton’s Me & Little Andy. I like Dolly, but she must have been high when she wrote that mess.
The lyrics alone don’t really convey the true essence of the song, BTW. Dolly sings the child’s lines in a really, really creepy litle-girl voice. This is a deliciously, deliciously screwed up song.
I have it on my iPod.
Well, just to be clear, the actual commercial showed an uncooked egg, a fried egg (presumably the brain on drugs), and then asked if there were “any questions” about what drugs will do to you. Sort of like Reefer Madness for the '70’s.
Of course, since I never inhaled (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it) I can’t imagine which drugs might have contributed to enjoyment of that music. Me, I did it naturally. Sort of.
If I had to guess, the basic bubblegum type music identified in this thread is more than likely a backlash against the drug induced haze of the late 60’s / early 70’s. Then again, I could be wrong.
“Wildfire”. Makes me want to shoot horses.
Mitch Ryder makes me wish I was born deaf.
Too many others to list. I now realize I have very little tolerence for crap.
Talk-show host Mike Douglas was also a singer who sprang The Men in my Little Girl’s Life upon an unsuspecting public.
OK.
Paula and I (back when we were a duo) were interviewing around for someone to promote us. We met this guy who claimed to know Peter* and heard about how the song came to be. PP&M were on tour. Peter was bored, went to the back of the bus, found a bottle of whiskey and said “Let’s get drunk and write the worst song ever.” Philip Jarrell was the other guy at the back of the bus. For some reason they actually wrote it down and sold it. I have no idea if the guy was just dorkin’ with us or if he really knew, but it sure sounds convincing.
*Yes, he wrote Puff the Magic Dragon.
That’s about the same story I heard about “McArthurs Park”, that the songwriters set down to write the dumbest song in the history of mankind and it became a hit.
Homer and Bart building a soapbox derby racer and whatnot, actually.
I’ve Never Been to Me](Charlene - I've Never Been To Me Lyrics | LetsSingIt Lyrics).
Seriously. Have you ever actually sat down and LISTENED to this ball of dung? The whole thing sounds like a segment of some Ben Stiller movie where he dresses in drag and does his typical over-the-top Zoolander-like imitation of a lounge singer. There’s even a classically Stiller-esque spoken bridge!
This commercial came out when I was in kindergarten, and somehow wound up becoming discussion material for one class. I vividly remember repeating the “excuse me, isn’t that an egg in a frying pan?” quip I heard from an HBO commedian. The teacher wasn’t amused.
Just to prove the 70s don’t have a monopoly on cloying pop songs:
“Lost in Your Eyes” and “Only in My Dreams” by Debbie (now Deborah) Gibson.
“I Love You Always Forever” by some 90s girl, I forgot her name… something-or-other Lewis (Carrie? Charlotte?)
As for Bobby Goldsboro’s “Honey”, I have a theory that Honey was suffering from a malignant brain tumor, which would explain the mood swings and erraic behavior.