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A Facebook page was asking recently what people thought was the worst pop song if the 1960s.
The consensus choice was “These Boots Are Made for Walking.”
I disagree. It’s a perfectly decent pop song, with a nice hook—the descending bass line after each chorus. I can’t guess why people dislike it.
Also often cited was “Tiptoe through the Tulips,” by Tiny Tim. Again, a decent song. Presumably folks are reacting to the quality of Tim’s voice and his persona. As a matter of fact, that might be so for Nancy Sinatra as well. Not the song, but the performer.
Cited almost as frequently: “Sugar Sugar,” by The Archies. This is actually a good tune, built around a catchy riff. Again, the problem seems to be the performer, not the song.
For my money, the worst song of the Sixties was ”Incense and Peppermints,” by Strawberry Alarm Clock. Virtually no consistent melody, and the lyrics were pathetic.
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankindDead kings, many things I can't defineOccasions, persuasions clutter your mindIncense and peppermints, the color of timeWho cares what games we chooseLittle to win, but nothing to loseIncense and peppermints, meaningless nounsTurn on, tune in, turn your eyes aroundLook at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, girlLook at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, girl, yeah, yeahTo divide the cockeyed world in twoThrow your pride to one side, it's the least you can doBeatniks and politics, nothin' is newA yardstick for lunatics, one point of viewWho cares what games we chooseLittle to win, but nothing to loseGood sense, innocence, cripplin' mankindDead kings, many things I can't defineOccasions, persuasions clutter your mindIncense and peppermints, the color of timeWho cares what games we chooseLittle to win, but nothing to loseIncense, peppermintsIncense, peppermints
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