Why do I feel compelled to share this with you? I don’t know. Unless it’s because Splatterson keeps challenging me to find new depths of perversity. So here it is, for your horror: my most hated song of all time. Not only is it maudlin and derivatively lachrymose, it’s also needlessly lengthy.
Close second: “Love Hurts,” by Nazareth. I first heard this during a radio broadcast on April 1, and for years I was convinced it was an elaborate prank.
Proceed at your own risk.