I love that song. I used to sing it to my son when he was a baby, and at the appropriate moment, throw open the front door, and sing loud and proud. He loved that. If the neighbors had an opinion, they never said anything, and cops never came around to shut me up.
It got my blood moving.
Of course, it was always between noon and six pm.
For me, the worst would be anything by Freddy Fender or Slim Whitman. I can’t even look for a link for fear of hearing part of it.
Slim was the one that explodes Martians’ heads.