A non-movie category this week for our local paper: worst lyrics. None of the panelists seemed to be responding, so our editor sent out a second email request for submissions. Gallant as I am, I tossed together the following. As the Cramps put it, "bad music for bad people."
Pseudo-Dylan mishmash I was sick of sometime in late 1971—but at least you can dance to the Madonna version.
“Horse with No Name”
Well, maybe in the desert "there ain’t no one for to give you no pain" because there ain’t no radio for to hear this song.
“I Write the Songs”
That, Mr. Manilow, was your first mistake.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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