Or, if you’ve never sang anything all that interesting or amusing, I’ll settle or something ironic or that you had the most fun preforming.
I once sang this song (youtube link) at karaoke. Yes, it’s true. I feel ashamed a little, but oddly proud too.
Spiders and Snakes, with the cutie I ended up marrying.
I ran a karaoke night at a Bennigans some years ago. I would jump start with Rock, Alt/Rock, and newish Country. Invariably, some older person would request West Texas Town of El Paso.
Hey, I got paid.
One of my staples (apart from the mandatory Kesha songs) is the Spice Girls’ “Wannabe.”
. . . you’ve sung . . .
Rock the Casbah.
Not me, but a couple of friends really kicked it with the Jefferson’s theme song.
Me, I had great fun on a party cruise singing New York, New York. Apparently, it was good enough to encourage a woman I didn’t know to flash the crowd. She didn’t flash the singer, natch…
“Little Red Riding Hood” by Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs
It wasn’t me, but my friend.
First, let me set the scene. Picture a large tavern out in Middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin. Sitting morosely around the bar are a dozen or so farmers and construction workers, with a few older couples sitting at tables. Not one is under the age of 50.
In walk my two friends and I, ready for one or two more drinks before we head back to my friend’s cabin. We order, sit down, and are already getting the stink-eye for being too loud.
My friend Ryan notices there is a karaoke machine in the back of the room, and upon further investigation, discovers that it is on and the microphone is live. Without hesitation, he grabs the book next to the machine and punches in the code for a song.
He then proceeds to regale the entire bar with a completely unedited rendition of Superman by Eminem. For those unfamiliar with the song, it includes the lyrics:
*"Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I’ll tell a motherfuckin’ slut to her face
Play no games, say no names
Ever since I broke up with what’s her face
I’m a different man, kiss my ass
Kiss my lips, bitch why ask
Kiss my dick, get my cash
I’d rather have you whip my ass
Don’t put out, I’ll put you out
Won’t get out, I’ll push you out
Puss blew out, copin’ shit
Wouldn’t piss on fire to put you out"*
I never laughed so hard in my life.
I’ve only enchanted the public with a few songs in my life, which is probably a good thing. Two I recall in particular:
Not really karaoke but I entertained my wife and stepson with “A Boy Named Sue” during a long hike.
My only actual karaoke experience - New Year’s Eve party a few years ago at the home of some of my wife’s friends. Big Filipino family, tons of friends and family there. They rented a machine with tons of songs, everybody’s having fun early in the evening (my wife happens to do a great Celine Dion). At some point after midnight, myself and some random dude, both having had more than a few drinks, pick up the mics and start scrolling through the song lists. It’s full of tons of traditional Spanish and Filipino songs. I speak un poco de espanol and no Tagalog, the other guy nothing in either language.
So of course we begin belting out duets in both languages, songs we’ve never heard of, just reading off the screen. We were really nailing the sincerity even if we didn’t know what the hell we were singing, so when we sang about “Nothing But For My Green Grandmother Or Two Gone Refrigerators” you could tell that we meant every damn word.
The Filipino guests were in hysterics.
My attempts at Spanish songs sounded like a telenovela actor doing their lines to an Esteban soundtrack.
The first time I sang karaoke was at my wife’s birthday outing last year. I chose “Silly Love Songs.” (I can sing along with a lot of Paul’s stuff fairly capably.) By then people were drunk enough that they really got into it.
I liked to do Mack the Knife;delightfully cheesy and perfect for Karaoke because you don’t really even have to have the ability to sing, just the ability to affect that “Hey! HO!” lounge singer style.
As for others; many years ago a lot of employees at my work place at the time would all go for happy hour at a place that had karaoke on some weeknight. There was a guy and girl who always did Paradise by the Dashboard Light. That’s about as hokey as it gets, I’d say. But it was also a lot of fun, with the men and women in the room singing along with the corresponding parts.
Another funny one was two really drunk Englishmen (redundant, I know) singing The Proclaimers I’m Gonna Be in their most over the top Scottish brogue. The best part was that they did manage to sing it as a harmony, pretty much keeping the two parts separate.
I rarely do karaoke because I’m a singer in real life, but when I do my go-to is Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’”. People love that song.
I do “The Monster Mash” incredibly well, sounding just like Boris Pickett in the original. But I do “Minnie the Moocher” even better.
I’m an extroverted ham, but I really cannot sing (and I know it), so I usually try to avoid participating in karaoke unless I’ve been drinking.
I’ve done “A Boy Named Sue” a few times, which was relatively easy, because (a) it’s not really singing, and (b) I know the words by heart.
But, the all-time winner for me was an after-hours work-related event, in which there was definitely beer before the karaoke. A good friend (and co-worker), whose voice is as flat as my own, dragged me on to sing “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys” with her. I’m certain that we sounded horrible (and the phony Texas accents surely didn’t help), but we had a blast. 
Me and a few other drunk friends did ‘Who Let The Dogs Out?’ the one and only time I ever did karaoke.
This is why one never sees karaoke machines in coffee bars.
My friends and I would regularly go to karaoke bars and nominate songs for each other only finding out what we’re doing when it starts. Often too drunk to remember what we sang, one night I do recall performing Rainbow Connection with the Kermit voice and getting genuine applause.
My go-to song is Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds’ Don’t Pull Your Love Out On Me, Baby.
My go-to song is Little Darlin’ by The Diamonds. It’s got it all - silly melody, a chance to get into the higher range, and a low range speaking part. And it’s brief.