The naff gene is only ever one chromosone or two from the surface. The Doors, for example, were the coollest band on the planet then did that oompah whisky bar thing. I always thought of myself as a super-cool dude guitar hero hampered merely by intense shyness and sat in my bedroom for hours practising my chords for Dylan and Hendrix but was rather shocked the other day to realise that I had committed to memory the entire lyrics of Benny Hill's 1960's ditty "What a World".
Just to prove it here are a couple of verses. I'm not proud of this.
Well the folksinger came from America
To sing at the Albert Hall,
He sang his songs of protest
And fairer shares for all.
He sang how the poor were much too poor
And the rich too rich by far,
Then he drove off back to his penthouse
In his brand new Rolls Royce car.
What a world, what a place,
Ain't you glad you're a member of the human race.
Now the button was pressed, the world destroyed
Leaving just one solitary man,
And at the top of the Empire State Building
His lonely existance began,
This loneley life came too much so he jumped
And he fell like a bird with one wing,
And as he passed the second floor,
He heard the telephone ring.