That Whitney Houston song, which I can't even bring myself to name ... absolutely loathe it with a passion, but Baker Street ... absolutely love it - what I would call a real 'game-changer' in the pop world when it was released. Hate Hotel California, VHG? How could you? There's clearly no accounting for taste! Because hated songs tend to stick in the mind as earworms, I find I have to try very hard to forget them, but having succeeded I find I cannot now think of any others to name! However (sorry, Mr Gove), two songs that have been suggested, as objectively as it's possible to be, as candidates for 'best pop song ever' - not just by me - are Dancing Queen and Bridge Over Troubled Water.