Some songs become so popular that they get "done to death," and sooner or later the general public tires of them. Or, at least, the *performers* who are expected to play/sing these songs lose their taste for them and come to dread the inevitable requests.

"Wild Rover" is a good example, "Kumbaya" is another, and -- here in New Orleans, in the traditional-jazz category -- you have "When the Saints Come Marching In." There's a faded old sign posted on the wall at Preservation Hall:

Requests: $5
Traditional Requests: $1
"The Saints": $10

The sign dates back at least to the late 1960s, when 10 bucks was a *lot* more money than it is today.