I hated this song when it first came out. Just like I hated Mr. Jones by Counting Crows. And like that song, this one became omnipresent and ubiquitous, and worked its way into my skull like some devious mind worm until I realized I knew most of the words and would sing it to myself in the shower.
Not surprisingly, the band’s singer Mark Foster used to write commercial jingles. I’ve also been known to sing 1980s McDonald’s commercials in the shower. And Meow Mix.
The lyrical content of the song is actually pretty dark—it’s about an alienated kid who decides to go on a shooting spree.
But it’s so boppy and catchy!
Further listening: None. There isn’t any other song by Foster that’s even close to being great, let alone one of the Greatest Of All Tunes.