When I was thirteen I was sitting at my dining room table and doing math homework. I was very loudly singing Andrew Lloyd Webber showtunes and (i think) the Star Spangled Banner while doing this. My dad poked his head in from the kitchen and asked me if I could sing a better song. I was honored that he would think so highly of my singing, because up to that point he had always made fun of me for being so loud all the time. Triumphantly I asked him what he wanted to hear. He said: “How about you sing The Sound of Silence.”
I had never heard of Simon and Garfunkel at that point in my life so instantly I was insulted to my soul that he would go through the effort of coming up with a fake title of a song to tell me to shut up. I replied to him: “Up yours dad! I want to sing!”
"Well then sing the Sound of Silence."
"No! I want to sing!"
This went on in a very Abbot and Costello fashion until I told him if he loved it so much why didn’t HE sing the sound of silence. So he did, I accused him of making up weird lyrics, then he showed me the Simon and Garfunkel album. Then we listened to it.