The New, Improved Official Cover Song of the Twenty-Teens

If you haven’t been following along, about a year ago I made Wichita Lineman the Official Cover Song of the Twenty-Teens. I wield that kind of power.

With great power comes great responsibility, of course. I take my role as the ultimate tastemaker on the Intertunnel seriously. I could have foisted any number of lousy pop songs on an unsuspecting public as the OFFICIAL SONG OF THE INTERTUNNELS!!!11!!!!!!11, and everyone would have nodded and said, “Sippican wouldn’t lie, so Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse must be the greatest song ever written!” Hell, I know my power. I could even have palmed off Walk Away Renee by The Left Banke as the greatest song ever, even though it’s the most dreary, tuneless, and solipsistic song since Andy Williams hung up his figure skates and retired to Branson.

But I didn’t. I do have a cruel streak, but I have to draw the line somewhere. I am mercurial. Changeable. That doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve decided that Sunny by Bobby Hebb is going to be the Official Cover Song of the Twenty-Teens, and that’s that.