I have No Taste in Music

I love bad songs. These are some of my favorites. I have no taste.

Dave Barry's Worst Songs Of All Time!

Without question, the voters' choice for Worst Song -- in both the Worst Overall AND Worst Lyrics category -- is ... (drum roll ...)

MacArthur Park, as sung by Richard Harris, and later remade, for no comprehensible reason, by Donna Summer. It's hard to argue with this selection. My 12-year-old son, Rob, was going through a pile of ballots, and he asked me how MacArthur Park goes, so I sang it, giving it my best shot, and Rob laughed so hard that when I got to the part about leaving the cake out in the rain, and it took so long to bake it, and I'll never have that recipe again, Rob was on the floor. He didn't BELIEVE those lyrics were real. He was SURE his wacky old humor-columnist dad was making them up. The clear runner-up, again in both categories, is Yummy Yummy Yummy (I Got Love In My Tummy), performed by Ohio Express. (A voter sent me an even WORSE version of this, performed by actress Julie London, who at one time -- and don't tell me this is mere coincidence -- was married to Jack Webb.)

Coming in a strong third is (You're) Having My Baby by Paul Anka. This song is deeply hated. As one voter put it: It has no redeeming value whatsoever -- except my friend Brian yelled out during the birth scene in the sequel to `The Fly' in full song, `Having my maggot ' Honorable mention goes to Bobby Goldsboro, who got many votes for various songs, especially Honey. One voter wrote: Why does everybody hate Bobby Goldsboro's `Honey'? I hate it too, but I want to know WHY. Why? Consider this verse: She wrecked the car and she was sad; And so afraid that I'd be mad, but what the heck; Tho' I pretended hard to be; Guess you could say she saw through me; And hugged my neck. As one reader observed: Bobby never caught on that he could have bored a hole in himself and let the sap out. A recent song that has aroused great hostility is Achy Breaky Heart, by Billy Ray Cyrus.

According to voter Mark Freeman, the song sounds like this: You can tell my lips, or you can tell my hips, that you're going to dump me if you can; But don't tell my liver, it never would forgive her, it might blow up and circumcize this man! Many voters feel a special Lifetime Bad Achievement Award should go to Mac Davis, who wrote In the Ghetto, Watching Scotty Grow, AND Baby Don't Get Hooked On Me, which contains one of the worst lines in musical history: You're a hot-blooded woman-child; And it's warm where you're touching me. That might be as bad as the part in Careless Whisper where George Michael sings: I'm never gonna dance again; Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Speaking of bad lyrics, many voters also cited Paul McCartney, who, ever since his body was taken over by a pod person, has been writing things like: Someone's knockin' at the door; Somebody's ringin' the bell; (repeat); Do me a favor, open the door, and Let Him In. There were strong votes for various tragedy songs, especially Teen Angel (I'll never kiss your lips again; They buried you today. ) and Timothy, a song about -- really -- three trapped miners, two of whom wind up EATING the third.

Other tremendously unpopular songs, for their lyrics or overall badness, are: Muskrat Love, Sugar Sugar, I'm Too Sexy, Surfin' Bird, I've Never Been To Me, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, Afternoon Delight, Feelings, You Light Up My Life and In the Year 2525 (VIOLENT hatred for this song).

Let me also say that I am very relieved to learn that there are people besides me who hate Stairway to Heaven. Thank you.

P.S. Also I Shot the Sheriff.

I love all those songs. I have no taste.

I think having bad taste in music is better than having bad taste in movies. I am going off to see the last nearby showing of Pan's Labyrinth right now. I could not get my ex-wife Pat to see it even after I told her it was unviersally praised by critics. Of over 170 critical reviews only 5 had it as average or worse. Of course, these same critics loved Borat.