For the inverse of the OP, then (preferring the chorus over verses) -
“Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds” - sure, the verses have a solid, classic, psychedelic feel, but when those three floor-tom hits come, and then boom, that chorus saunters in - that’s what blows me away. I remember as a wee one getting all goose-bumpy over the chorus, which somehow sounds (to me, anyway) heavy yet stately - one of my favourite powerhouse Beatles bits. (and yes I meant bits, not hits)
In “The Night Before”, I’m having a difficult time telling which is the flibbertyjibin verse and which is the chorus, so I’ll just say I prefer the part in minor (“on, the night be-for-orrrrrrr…”) The other part (I’ll call it) has a catchy bounciness to it, with Paul ending coolly with “cryyyyyyyyy!”, I’ll admit, but, naw, the part in minor with the nifty overlapping trade-off vocals gets the edge on this one.
The Band’s “The Night They Drove Ole Dixie Down” - fantastic song, especially seeing it played in The Last Waltz, but manoman that chorus just plain drops the mic. The chorus gets a Sean Connery “asz gooood asz it getzsh”. If I could ever, ever, EVER somehow use the word “evangelical” in a positive context, it would be here. Dare I say baptismal.
While I was nowhere near as rabid over it as about 80% of the population seemed to be at the time, I did think the chorus totally eclipsed the verses in “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. (It must be said, though, Nirvana often did the quiet verse/loud chorus thing.)
“The Rapper” - Jaggerz - very pedestrian verses (“coffee…or tea…or me”), but the chorus has a total butt-kicking funky heaviness going on. Like night and day.
To switch back to a verse-over-chorus preference…
The chorus in Rufus’s “Tell Me Something Good” is pretty bad-ass cool, but those verses, though, with the descending melody line, and syncopation of Chaka’s vocals with the rest of the band - that was the heart of deepest, darkest Oakland (circa…'74?) for me.
And yeah the chorus in Elvis Costello’s “Watching the Detectives” has this pleasant bouncy vox organ thing going, but again, the verses were one of the very first things to hook me into the whole punk/new wave thing back in '77. Absolutely classic - the verses - how it kicks in with the reggae beat, with the sinister guitar/bass interplay, mysterioso Dick Dale-sounding riff leading into the timbale fill (heh then leading into the sinewy “Last night…”), and - that awesome (double-tracked?) “You think you’re alone until you realise…” spiel.