There are great songs, there are good songs, and there are bad songs. And then there are the songs that are so bad - so patently awful - that their awfulness transcends mere considerations of "good" and "bad."
Such a song is "Honey," by Bobby Goldsboro. Now, I have a confession to make - back around the same time that I was enjoying my first Beatles album, around the same time that I was really getting into Creedence Clearwater Revival, around the same time I was loving "Honky Tonk Women" on the radio - I thought Bobby Goldsboro was one of the coolest dudes on the planet.
But as you can see from the video below, "cool" is not really a word that can be applied to "Honey." There is hardly a verse in the entire song that is not worthy of ridicule; yet, it goes so far beyond what one would usually consider "bad" that it comes out the other side, and can be enjoyed on its own terms.
And so in the first of a series that I'll be calling "transcendent badness," songs that Leonard Pinth-Garnell could truly enjoy, I am proud to present Bobby Goldsboro, with "Honey."