Why did she run calling "Wildfire"?

Sorry, now you’ve gone too far.

There’s been a hot towel howling by my window now
For six nights in a row

Kinda freaky, what with it being winter and all.

After listening to the godawful song Wildfire, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge.

Riiiiiiiiiiiight. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. :wink:

For no other reason that I feel like messin’ with some minds today, I present:

Afternoon Delight

Feel free to sing along now. :smiley:

Um.

Is it here that I admit that I never realized that the girl and/or the pony died?

I thought that they had long since been dead–like a local legend, and his plantings and other quaint rituals were just a hopless attempt to avoid his Doom.

C’mon-an early snow? If anything, the crops would be killed by a LATE snow–an early one would shorten the harvest, but the plants would be almost mature…

you know that 10CC song–“I’m Not in Love”? I spent my whole life (until last year) thinking that the whispered part was, “requesting quiet; requesting quiet.”

Never made any sense to me, but neither did most rock lyrics…

I don’t mind the Hustle, but I draw the line at “You Light Up My Life.”

A girl must have some standards.

I…um…[sub]always liked Wildfire[/sub].

She ran calling Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiildfiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire

Argh! My ears! The earmuffs, they do nothink!

They’re saying: “Big boys don’t cwy, big boys don’t cwy”, right?

Patches, I’m dependin’ on you, son…

I’ve always liked “The lion sleeps tonight”. Unfortunately, several years ago some friends of mine decided that that was REALLY being said at the beginning was…

“I winged a duck, I winged a duck”.

I’m still trying to remove that from the brain. Enjoy.

I thought is was generally agreed to be “The Pina Colada Song”.

That or,
“Longer”

Didja know they made a **movie based on that crap song?

Where is a throwing up smiley when you need one?

This really should be a Cafe Society topic but nonetheless …

I had to straighten out the debate in the Cafe Society a little while ago when it was purported that “Spock’s Brain” was the worst Star Trek episode. Many Dopers (myself included) fired back with several other episodes that really belong in the Video Hall of Infamy.

Anyway, I’d like to tell Dave Barry to shove it !!! :mad:
He has the effrontery to imply that “Wildfire” by Michael Murphy is the worst song?
Let me second those nominations for “Afternoon Delight” and “the Hustle” - two stellar examples to be found in the lowest levels of the subterranean sewer of audio excrement.

He didn’t say it was the worst song. He simply had reader send him letters of what songs they didn’t like. He first published the responses as a series of columns, and then a book. In my eyes they are all equally bad. However, if you said that to Dave Barry, do you know what he would do?!

He would apologize.

He insulted Billy Joel in one column, and was amazed by the amount of negative responses received. He went on to say a series of increasingly impossible positive thing about Billy Joel, each one more impossible than the last.

Dave Barry’s Book of Bad Songs

We had joy, we had fun,

…ow! OK, I’m leaving, I’m leaving!

Song you won’t admit you like but I know you do: Moonlight Feels Right

Song worse than any mentioned in this thread so far: Thunder Island

I was about 26 when I heard “Afternoon Delight” for the first time in years (my dad listened to a lot of older stuff when I was a kid, but I think that one wasn’t on most stations’ playlists) and realized what it was about. Somehow I managed to avoid driving off the road laughing – what’s the big deal about having sex during the day???

I dunno, but if I whistle that song while we are, then all of a sudden we aren’t anymore. :dubious:

“Awingaway” I’ll be meeting you in GD shortly. I do agree however that the song is a terrific one.

If your guilty pleasures are sappy ballads you have a fate of your own making. Mind you I’m not holding myself up on a pedestal, I own every single E.L.O. Album. :rolleyes:

I had a moment of Zen recently when my 26 year old stepson wanted to play a CD on the way to a party at my wife’s friend’s house. It seemed a little surreal for him to put in a new agey Enya disk after I removed mine, The Ramones: Loud, Fast, their toughest hits. I may be the only member of the AARP that has that album. :eek: The nice thing about the Ramones is that it doesn’t make any differece if you hear the lyrics correctly or not. I still don’t know why the hell Judy the runt and Jackie the punk went to Berlin to join the Ice Capades or why the KKK would have any compelling interest in taking my baby away.