Yep, they just don't write like they used to, do they? Today it's:
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
Who run the world? Girls (girls)
But in my youth we had real poetry!:
I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Somebody told me that his name was Bill
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Seriously though, from my perspective things have improved a lot (although it might have a lot to do with living in the San Francisco Bay Area). In the sixties and seventies in the Midwest, if you went into a supermarket, you'd be forced to listen to gag-inducing arrangements by the ever-present 1001 Strings. If you got Montovani, you'd consider yourself lucky.
Now when I visit a Safeway in the suburbs, I hear songs by Neil Young, and believe it or not, even by Pink Floyd. Except of course during the month of December. I try to stay out of all retail establishments as much as possible during the weeks before Christmas. Every time I get frustrated about my job, I just think of those poor sods who have to listen to that crap eight or more hours a day.