Conquer Club

and other such abominations.

your nominations, please, for worst ever song lyrics.

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun,
and I say, It's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

And I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I
will always love You-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo
[repeat ad nauseam]

a b c d e f g.....and the fucking thing keeps going

Land of the Free and the
Home of the Brave

Toot toot hey beep beep
Toot toot hey beep beep
Toot toot hey beep beep
Toot toot hey beep beep

For you children who are too young to remember it:

"Twelve inches to a yard and have you sounding like a retard"

Shoop I think. . by Salt n Pepa or some crap...

Metsfanmax wrote:Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun,
and I say, It's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

So I read this today and 3 hours later I am at the funeral for the 25 year old son of my friends and this is the first song they played.

25? shame..

what is the song btw?

i'm not sure mere repetition (out of context) can qualify something as bad

Yeah, car accident. The place was packed. He was a great young man.

The song was Here Comes The Sun by the Beatles

New York, New York.

The lyrics are horrid. Horribly horrid. It does start off half way decent ...

Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

OK today ... stray ... they rhyme. I get that. Repeat of the last line is good too, but it can be overdone.

I want to wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

Now we have the rhyme every other line. Expectations are being raised here. Hopefully John Kander and Fred Ebb won't screw this up.

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York

Here is where you want to shoot the person who wrote the lyrics. Away has to go somewhere and demands to have a word that rhymes. (L.A.?) But we have to throw in New York. Now the wheels fall off of the tracks and the song starts to fall completely apart.

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

And the little caboose (two consecutive rhyming lines in a row) isn't going to help anything. Here comes the big derailment.

New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I'm a number one
Top of the list
King of the hill
A number one

You said that already. You mean you can't find a damn compliment that rhymes with "one" you have to use it twice? You can't find for superlatives?

With that he repeats the train wreck of the "Away" "New York" and ends up with the little caboose which is OK because by now we're too drunk to care.

that is genuinely awful, kudos

No, I disagree, the rhyme scheme here is pretty interesting.

Away does rhyme with today and stray.

Did you miss news/shoes/blues and part/heart/start?

Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York

There are many, many different kinds of rhyme schemes, and this song is particularly playful.

The second lines of the first, second, and fourth stanzas rhyme, and "New York" is repeated as the last line of those stanzas. It's quite unconventional.

The third stanza provides a break from the ABCD structure of the first, second, and fourth. Similarly, the fifth stanza provides a different break.

Frank's repeating a line is nothing unique, and in "New York, New York," "A Number One" is an example of recursion, as is the repeated "New York".

"I've Got You Under My Skin" also uses recursion, beginning and ending a verse with the line. See "My Funny Valentine" for another unique rhyme scheme.

macbone wrote:No, I disagree, the rhyme scheme here is pretty interesting.

Away does rhyme with today and stray.

Did you miss news/shoes/blues and part/heart/start?

Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York

There are many, many different kinds of rhyme schemes, and this song is particularly playful.

The second lines of the first, second, and fourth stanzas rhyme, and "New York" is repeated as the last line of those stanzas. It's quite unconventional.

The third stanza provides a break from the ABCD structure of the first, second, and fourth. Similarly, the fifth stanza provides a different break.

Frank's repeating a line is nothing unique, and in "New York, New York," "A Number One" is an example of recursion, as is the repeated "New York".

"I've Got You Under My Skin" also uses recursion, beginning and ending a verse with the line. See "My Funny Valentine" for another unique rhyme scheme.

I agree Mac. It is a good song and well written. A bar I frequented in the 80's always closed with that song.

khazalid wrote:that is genuinely awful, kudos

Thanks for your thoughts

notyou2 wrote:

khazalid wrote:that is genuinely awful, kudos

Thanks for your thoughts

yeah?

no probs.

hope you are enjoying the thread, fwend.

"Friday" is pretty terrible. I can't bring myself to listen to the whole song.

The Black Eyed Peas have some crappy lyrics, too.



"I Gotta Feeling" begins with this for 1:30:

"I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night"

And they keep going back to it, again and again and again.

There's also this bridge:

"Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it
And do it and do it, let's live it up
And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it
Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it"

And shades of Rebecca Black:

"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday
Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say, say
Party every day, p-p-p-party every day"


And who could forget their classic "My Humps"?



"What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps"

"What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps"

"I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight."

"What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work."

I like to think they have this dartboard with different random words and take turns throwing darts at it blindfolded.

Of course, this is all Shakespeare compared to Big Sean's "Dance (A$$)":



"Woah, white girls, black girls, tall girls, fat girls
shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass
go, go

Short girls, small girls, skinny girls, all girls
shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass"

And the more reductive:

"Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Stop"