If songs can be grown-ers, then some can be sigh-ers: the equivalent of first-you-look-at-your-watch-then-you-listen-to-it. "Oh, god, now "Stormy Monday" for the next year." But the all time offender is "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"
"Now I'm going to sing the same melody line for eight minutes and forty-three seconds.
"And just when you all are about to pass out, I'll ring a small vari-A-tion." Feh.