Heard a great take-off on Sonny's Dream this summer, destined to become another done-to-death classic; the chorus went something like, Sonny, please go away,/And leave me alone;/You're thirty-years-old,/And still living at home.

But let's not forget, there was a time when it was the folky drunks that were requesting those songs we folky drunks now sneer at (or folky teetotallers, as the case may be).