This song, like almost all of my Bad Music songs, is from the 1970's. I'm not sure why this particular decade of music keeps showing up in my head, but I think it has something to do with AM radio and formative brain growth.
Reasons aside, I give you Undercover Angel by Alan O'Day. It contains the lamest refrain ever recorded. I don't know how he could've sung it without convulsing in spasms of shame.
She said "Ooo-ooo-ooo-wee"
I said "All right!"
She said "Love me, love me, love me"
Yes, folks, I hate to think of what the first draft of lyrics read. "Ooo-ooo-ooo-wee" isn't even a word! He can't even think of a real word?