“Well…maybe next year.”
The Clash:
ROCK the Casbah
ROCK the Casbah
The Talking Heads:
Three - hun - dred - six - ty - five - de - grees
Burning down the house
Cyndi Lauper, ,“I Drove All Night”:
“…taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide,
this fever for you is just burning me up
insiiiiiii-IIIIIIIII-iiiiide”
Gives me goose bumps whenever I hear it. What octave is that?
“Gimme Shelter”, Merry Clayton’s voice breaking in the stratosphere on “Rape, murder!” I crank that song up to the max every time, just for that.
It’s not a favorite song, but in “That’s What Friends Are For” (Dionne Warwick & Friends), there’s a bit right at the end:
Dionne: “That’s what friends are for”
Elton (sarcastically): “Yeah.”
Heart’s “Crazy On You”
“And you kept me alive with your sweet flowing <harpy screech>”.
Og, I hate that song.
“Sherry” by the Four Seasons. I used to irritate my wife by turning the radio way up every time the whole group dropped out except that moronic bass voice going “Why don’t you…”
Jeff Buckley’s phrasing at the end of Cohen’s “Hallelujah” is pretty damned amazing, but arguements could probably be made for every bit of phrasing in that cover.
“Loving You” No, strike that, it’s the whole damn song!
She’s got electric boots
A mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Oh ho, Buh Buh Buh Bennie and the Jetsss.
As a kid I thought she had “electric boobs” i.e. a costume accentuating her breasts with little lightbulbs. Can’t say I like the real version more. 
House of Jealous Lovers, by The Rapture, which can be listened to free and legally here.
The whole song is over the top - including the gurgling bass part, the cowbell (!) and all of the vocals. But the explosive, extended, fiery, octave-defying, trachea-destroying, and utterly awesome yell of
“SHAKEDOOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLUUUUULULULULU!”
more or less defines the song.
Take a Walk on the Wildside.
And the colored girls say, dew dew-dew dew-dew dew dew dew dew dew-dew dew-dew dew-dew …
That should read:
I read it in a maga-zay-eeeeeeeeeen
The backing singers’ “WHET-WOO!” reaction to the name “Maurice” is the part that lingers in my mind.
I always thought the way Freddie Mercury sings the word “fighting” in the chorus of “We are the Champions” was kind of strange. IIRC the last time he does it fairly normally but before that he sings it very high and quaveringly. No doubt an artistic choice on his part.
For me, the part that drives out all the others in “Rock the Casbah” is the jet fighter sounds…
they dropped their bombs between the minarets … skaw skawwwwwwwwwwwwwww
“… Barracuda…”
Damn. Saw one earlier today-nice shape-classic tags, and I said out loud to no one else, “Oooooh, Barracuda!”
How about the Big Bopper and Chantilly Lace. Oh baby, you know what I like.
I heard Ira Glass (I think) talking about this line.
He said (paraphrasing) that it starts out like a nice sentiment “You are so beautiful”, then there is that pause, and you realize that you’re only beautiful to the singer. Not in general. Kind of a backhanded compliment.
Ever since then, I haven’t been able to listen to that song without laughing.
When I’m ridin’ round the world
and I’m doin’ this and I’m signing that
and I’m tryin’ to make some girl (pregnant)