Originally Posted by indyfabz

Every year at prep school we had to sing a couple of songs for parents weekend. One year one was Sloop John B. by the BB. My Pavlovian response is to immediately change the station if it hear it on the radio. I hated it then and hate it to this day.

"The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn"

WTH. When does something like that ever happen? I could see if the cook punched him in his tits and stole his porn. But c'mon. Tossing grits and eating corn?

Originally Posted by Koyote

Given what the Beach Boys have become, I can't listen to them. If they came on the car radio while I was driving, I would probably pull over and set fire to the vehicle.