And in case you forgot what the worst song in the world is . . .

here’s a reminder. I had to listen to it tonight as muzak in a local store, so why should I suffer alone.

 

No wonder I cackled my ass off years ago when Jerry Lee Lewis recalled how he scared the crap out of Anka during a record lable showcase tour back in the 50’s.

But to show that I’m not Mengele-like in my cruelty, here’s a little antidote:

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Sunday night funk for white guys

In my never-ending subliminal quest to find rhythm, here’s a little vintage bit from Was (Not Was). Give it 1:46 and you’ll see why  . . . .

 

Frankly, it gives P-Funk a run for their money . . .