“It makes me giggle / Sometimes I wiggle,” from “It Makes Me Giggle,” by John Denver.
“Why do birds suddenly appear” from “Close to You” by the Carpenters.
Two of the worst songs ever by actual, legitimate artists.
This video of a live performance from his own website makes it pretty clear that it’s “I’m not talking ‘bout movin’ in” and “There’s a warm wind blowing the stars around”.
Actually, I just watched the interview after the performance, and he even talks about how no one knows what he’s saying!
“There’s a warm wind blowing, the stars are out, and I’d really love to see you tonight.”
End of discussion.
Agreed but it is more than made up for by the line:
“Despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage!”
I know for many Ozzy and Black Sabbath can do no wrong…
But for me ‘Generals gather in their masses, just like witches in Black Masses’ stinks the place out.
TCMF-2L
Sooo how about Michael Jackson’s Bad:
“Your butt is mine
gonna take you right”
Eloquent.
Yet another one I love!
I’ll go one further than pulykamell and say that one is absolute classic awesome sauce.
At least he’s not talking about her linen.
I mean, “There’s a warm wind blowing the stars around” is poetic and paints a nice picture. “There’s a warm wind blowing, the stars are out” is a clunky, fragmented sentence that gives a trite, cliched impression of the evening. It’s not like it’s out of the realm of possibilities that he went with the better option.
I’ll third the people who love that lyric. It’s a fantastic, pointed image–even more relevant today than in 1970. Complaining that it reuses a word is like complaining blank verse doesn’t rhyme.
I think the classic criticism about the line is that it’s lazy rhyming “masses” with itself. Me? I think it’s a wonderful identity rhyme (when a word rhymes with itself) that utilizes wordplay (on the two meanings of “masses”), paints a strong pair of visual images, and creates a strong metaphor. I mean, if we’re overthinking it and all. 
Ay Caramba!
Quel horreur!
In post #49 I changed the words in a quote box, which I’ve already gotten an infraction for.
Mod…
dude…
oops…sorry…
all cool?
I’ll get rocks thrown at me for this one, but…
The worst song of ever got way too damn much airplay when I was a teenager. The opening line,The marching band came down along Main Street is merely inane rather than truly bad, but it warns of the vile pap (“Billy, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life, Billy, don’t be a hero, come back and make me your wife”) that is to follow.
yeah a peppy anti war song …
A bunch of Neil Sedaka hits in the 60’s, like “Breaking Up Is Hard To Do,” began with just stupid nonsense lyrics, like dowm dooby dooby dowm dowm, comma comma…
Maybe thisis the worst one.
Breakfast In America.
This one will never sell, they’ll never understand.–Barry Manilow “This One’s For You”
What are you singing about?