[begin embarassing admition]
I’ve always liked McArthur Park, because way back in high school it was one of the tunes we played in the Jazz Ensemble, and it had a really cool trombone part. It wasn’t until years later that I’d actually heard the lyrics…
[end embarassing admition]
OH? :smack: so sorry, I’ll have to try a find the original to hear.
I’ll admit-I sometimes invent strange scenarios to make awful songs tolerable. Remember that terrible piece of tripe “Honey” by Bobby Goldsboro? Play it out when crossed with Dragnet.
One day while I was not at home while she was there and all alone, the angels came
Bam Bam Bam!
Honey (opens door): Hello?
Angel Friday: Hello Ma’am, I’m Angel Friday, this is Angel Gannon.
Angel Gannon: Hello Ma’am.
AF: Are you Honey?
Honey: Why yes, I am, but what is this all about?
AFriday: We need you to come with us, Ma’am.
AGannon: Just a little matter to handle.
Honey: But I don’t understand.
AFriday: We’ve got instructions to pick you up on a 323. Please come with us, Ma’am.
Okay, I seriously need to reassess my choice of listening material in my vehicle.
I have Dan Fogelberg’s “Same Old Lang Syne”. I now fully admit that I suck at selecting music.
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
That happened to be on the radio today, and my 11 y/o sister (who pays way too much attention to adult conversations) said to my best friend, “He’s asking you a question! Answer him!”
You think that’s bad? How about, “The beer was empty and our tongues were tired…”
A “323,” eh? Is that “dying young” as an offense prosecutable under the laws of California?
You’d sure have it in for Anne Frank… :rolleyes:
Like 'em both.
“Muskrat love”??? Well, maybe- sometimes. :dubious:
** Not **“Wildfire” however- horrible. I despise the Carpenters. And, yes “MacArthur Park” is the very worst hit song- ever.
I like Wildfire, too. They actually play it every now and then on an oldies country station here. I saw Michael Murphy in concert, too, back in the day. He brought his little son out with him.
But the absolute worse song ever is In The Year 2525.
In the year 2525,
if man is still alive
if woman can survive…
Yep-that is the correct lyric.
Speaking of putrid songs…“Ebony and Ivory”, anyone?
And leave Gordon Lighfoot alone! He is folk, and they’re allowed more leeway (arbitrary rule, set by me, now).
Which is probably one of the reasons I don’t listen to folk.
I see your “Ebony and Ivory”, and I raise you “That’s What Friends Are For”.
Anybody else think the vocalist on that song sounds like Burl Ives? I get horrible mental images of the Snowman from** Rudolph** singing about the future dystopia. Shudder
In the aforementioned Dave Barry’s Book of Bad Songs, he notes that one reader wrote in to say that the song was just about bearable if you assumed that the angels are Hell’s Angels.
“Your Kiss Is on My List”
<take that!>
Even those catchy low piano notes?
Dougie! You are treading on sacred ground!
You are probably going to tell me that you didn’t like Honky Tonk, parts I and II either…you, savage!
ME?! Perish the thought!
“Raunchy” was one of few rock 'n roll songs I played on juke boxes when I was a kid. I have it now on a single, recorded onto a cassette for easier playback.
As for “Honky Tonk,” I have never heard it, much less condemned it; perchance you mean a song by the Rolling Stones?
And back to “Honey”: I empathize with a hypothetical young husband who comes home and finds his wife lying there dead… why bring Hell’s Angels into it? :mad: 
Oh Ho! In spite of Darryl Hall having incredible pipes, that is a pretty drecky song. Okay, I’ll call your old classic crap, and raise you a new, instant classic crap - Shania Twain’s (almost) new single, “Party for Two”. If you have been lucky enough to not have heard it yet, go listen to it. I dare ya.
(dougie, I read your first line as “Penis the thought!” at first. Oops.)
Now that sounds like a Freudian slip. 
