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There’s simply no horror like that of stumbling upon the Worst Song of All Time and wickedly forcing it upon someone whose every musical memory you thought you knew, only to discover that the Song has gotten there first: “Ain’t you got no gingerbread? Ain’t you got no candy?/Ain’t you got an extra bed for me and little Andy?” —Glenn Dixon