Daniel, Poor Molly Malone will never be the same for me! That's the kind of song we women will never be able to do.

Vaughn, et al, Have you ever seen a couple of CDs by a group of "artists" called Golden Voices? It's a compilation tape of the most gawd-awful renderings of perfectly respectable songs by performers who were out of their league and over their heads. I'm thinking particularly of a rendition of "Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man," spoken/sung in an exceedingly melodramatic way by William Shatner, and there's an equally terrible one of "Lucy In The Sky" which may also be William Shatner, His Royal Pretentiousness.

It's the sort of thing that people listen to at a party and just howl with laughter at how embarrassingly awful these performers are.

KC