Hi Jon! ......... find the hits that offend me the most are the syrupy and obvious ones, with 1968's "Honey" almost a perfect (as it were) template of the kind. Why people buy into bathetic muck like that is beyond me; I mean, everyone can appreciate the occasional sob story, but when you ladle it on so thick to the point of choking--that is, the words AND the music are transparently fraudulent--that's when I'm ready to go skeet shooting. 1972's worst major hits were, of course, Wayne Newton's "Daddy Don't You Walk So Fast" (even for him it was beyond the pale); Gilbert O'Sullivan well meaning but self-pitying "Alone Again (Naturally)"; Sammy Davis' absolutely appalling "The Candy Man" (from a film my wife likes and I've never gotten into); and Michael Jackson's "Ben," an actual love song to a rodent! Not that adoring your pet's a bad thing, but from an atrocious film came what has to be MJ's worst recording from anywhere. But then this was the year that, after so many great, legendary hits, Chuck Berry returned with one last biggie, and it had to be something on the low level of "My Ding-A-Ling." Sheesh!......
ED
I could not agree more. And one that ALWAYS made me puke - "Sylvia's Mother"....How could that song come from the same group that did the terrific novelty song "Cover of the Rolling Stone".