Bills, Bills, Bills by Destiny's Child

Back in the pre-Bootylicious days, Destiny's Child were a quartet producing some annoyingly catchy numbers like 'No No No' and 'Say My Name', but none more irritating than 1999's 'Bills Bills Bills' (what was it about repeating the same word three times?) The song was all about a a no-good 'scrub' of a boyfriend who can't pay his way, and the girls ain't standing for it. But it's blighted with the world's most infectious chorus - and that's infecious in the perjorative, impetigo and measles sense of the word, and not in any positive way. The line "Do you pay my automo'bills?" is very daft, even though the lyricists no doubt thought it was genius. I associate this song with being on a youth-hostelling trip with some friends, and whenever there was a lull in conversation someone would start singing this song either because they couldn't help it, or because they knew it would drive everyone to distraction. So I have 'Bills Bills Bills' to thank for nearly ruining years of otherwise harmonious friendship.

Crap lyrics: "You triflin', no good type of brother/Silly me, why haven't I found another?"

Verdict: I think Destiny's Child need to sort out some sort of debt-repayment plan.