I spent my morning driving to Portland and surfing radio stations. By far the WORST lyric I heard:
Just call me Fred Flintstone
I can make your bed rock.
Really? That's the best you could come up with? You're going to pervert a beloved American character to sell more albums? I'm not even going to give you the satisfaction of Googling these lyrics to find out your name.
Mariah Carey wins the silver. Good thing I love you Mariah because these lyrics are pretty sad:
I can see right through you
Like you're bathing in Windex
Remind me to bring our iPod next time.
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