I first heard "Sultans of Swing" on an Austin, TX radio station as I was drifting off to sleep, and it became one of those half-memory/half-dream songs that haunts you until you hear them in the daylight and pin down who the band is. The song still feels a bit mythical to me. Then, on a New Year's Eve maybe 8 years later, a friend played me "Money for Nothing" before we headed out for First Night. It was the guitar into that he loved--the rest of the song was "ok", and we listened to that guitar cranked WAY up.

The whole point of snark is that it often feels like an "in" joke that mostly everyone gets. I guess the government of anywhere getting anything is iffy.