Yes!
Whenever I’m caught (usually in the supermarket) having to endure that tedious POS song, I fantasize bashing Paul McCartney’s head in with a tire iron.
Hard to believe the same guy that wrote all those great Beatles songs, wrote that, and the songs he did with Michael Jackson.
Paul, love most of your work, but dude, what were you thinking? Kind of stymies the argument that pot makes a person more creative.