[Oatka]

As opposed to, say, “Louie, Louie”? Or “Surfing Bird”? Or “Hang On, Sloopy”? Or, “Wooly Bully”? Or, “Purple People Eater”? Or...
It's certainly true that every generation produces some songs that are cringe-inducing. It's just that they used to be sparse enough to avoid by jumping around the radio dial.

Indeed. Their silly lyrics were scarce enough to make them stand out in a sea of otherwise "story-telling" songs.

My 7 months preemie son (4 lbs 15 oz) was born a few years after "Feet Up" by Bob Merrill/Guy Mitchell came out and it's lyrics still stick with me 50 years later.

[refrain] Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh ha-ha Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh

Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-lookin', gonna have some more
[Refrain]

Ha-ha, now I've been known to gamble Take a little drink Then there's the night, I had a fight And landed in the clink

But now my rootin' tootin' Days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'Cause I love my son, oh
[refrain]

Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-lookin', gonna have some more
[refrain]

Ha-ha, I knew a lotta women When I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine And help me spend my dough

But my wife Rosie Ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'N' this kid of mine

I'm gonna do some braggin' Up and down the town I'm walkin' into joints a-new And passin' news around

That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born Gonna buy him a horn A baseball and drum, oh
[refrain]

Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-lookin', gonna have some more
[refrain]

He, he's as tiny as a peanut Yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say "Hey, how you doin' down there?"

He'll be good-hearted Like his ma But I bet, he'll be a lady-killer Just like his pa, oh
[refrain]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Let's hear him laugh, hey

[Buckeye McFrog]

We had broken up for good just an hour before,
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
And now I’m staring at the bodies as they’re dancing ‘cross the floor.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
And then the band slowed the tempo, and the music gets you down.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
It was the same old song, with a melancholy sound.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

They don’t write ‘em like that anymore.
They just don’t write ‘em like that anymore.

We’d been living together for a million years,
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
But now it feels so strange out of the atmospheres.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
And then the jukebox plays a song I used to know.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
And now I’m staring at the bodies as they’re dancing so slow.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

They don’t write ‘em like that anymore.
They don’t write ‘em like that anymore.

Mmmm, now ?
I wind up staring at an empty glass
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Cause it’s so easy to say that you’ll forget your past.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

They don’t write ‘em like that anymore.
No, they just don’t write ‘em like that anymore.
Oh, they don’t write ‘em like that anymore.
They just don’t write ‘em like that anymore.
They just don’t, no they don’t, no no, uh-uh,
They just don’t write ‘em like that anymore.
They just don’t...(fades)