I am listening to the local oldies radio station, which does a request show on Saturday nights.
Some guy just called in to request Honey by Bobby Goldsboro.
If Honey is not the most mawkish, dismal, over-orchestrated pop song ever, it must at least be in the top 10...what kind of freak calls to request Honey? He was home alone and depressed on a Saturday night and wanted to bring the rest of us down with him?
(Incredibly, Honey was a number one on the charts for five weeks in 1968. Well, maybe not incredibly...1968 wasn't all fun and games, come to think of it.)
Anyway, if by chance you are too young to remember this sentimental little tune, it's about a nice young couple, she wrecks the car, he buys her a puppy for Christmas...then she dies.
It is a song for people who lack the attention span to read Love Story.
I hate this song.
I hate this song because it is maudlin.
I hate this song because it has lame lyrics with first-grade rhymes.
I hate this song because it makes me cry.
Posted by Nic at November 1, 2003 07:01 PM | TrackBack