Some obvious, easy ones:
"Imagine" by John Lennon. A First World douche with a nine-figure net worth decrying possessions, nations, and any shared sense of roots or destiny. Anyone who likes this song is either still in adolescence, or an idiot.
"What It's Like" by Everlast, and "The Way It Is" by Bruce Hornsby. Sanctimonious, finger-wagging phony
Social Concern by two colossal douches who invented
Virtue Signaling
decades before the concept even
had a name.
"Dance Monkey" by Tones and I. No,
Quirky Australian Female, you are not a
Kawaii Waifu -- you are an annoying, no-talent geek with a voice like nails scraping a chalkboard.
All of these atrocities, however, pale in the face of
this song: a whiny, weepy, self-pitying anthem for people still stuck in
Tragic High School Loser mode in middle age. Much like the Everlast and Hornsby tunes did with Woke moralizing, this sonar nightmare planted the conceptual and memetic seeds of our crybaby-worshipping
Society of Victims way back in the mid-Seventies:
And then of course, there are some songs that are
so fucked up they're brilliant. Case in point: this one, which is what you'd get if you melded together Julie Andrews, Tom Lehrer, Rusty Warren, and El Duce of the Mentors:
(The Princess has other songs with similarly classy lyrics on YouTube, and does performances around the Bay Area. Last time I saw her live, she was stark naked onstage, and singing a love song to Cthulhu.)