Competition was much stiffer for the ten worst of the year's biggies. Many bad songs with no redeeming features had to be omitted from the list. But I hope a few of your own prunes made my list, which is organized chronologically rather than by degree of rottenness:

1. CLAIR, Gilbert O'Sullivan. Billboard's number two in January. Singsongy. A joke that isn't funny: Clair turns out to be a little girl, as in Johnny Rivers's "Memphis." Far below the level of O'Sullivan's "Alone Again Naturally," which preceded this song, and "Get Down," which followed it.

2. LAST SONG, Edward Bear. Three in March. Poor excuse for a melody, with matching vocal.

3. THE CISCO KID, War. Two in April and May. Chainsaw effect.

4. MY LOVE, Paul McCartney and Wings. Number one for four weeks in July. McCartney is enjoying his second childhood more than I am.

5. LIVE AND LET DIE, Wings. Two in August. Even worse than "My Love." The Beatles' "Long and Winding Road" was a clue to the saccharine pseudo-melodies McCartney would write after leaving the group.

6. TOUCH ME IN THE MORNING, Diana Ross. Number one in August. No melody, sickening vocal, melodramatic.

7. BROTHER LOUIE, Stories. Prune of the year: an exercise in torture. Number one for two weeks in August and September. "Makes no difference if you're black or white." Insect-like melody.

8. ANGIE, Rolling Stones. Number one in October. Harsh sound, doesn't flow. Easily the Stones' worst ever.

9. THE JOKER, Steve Miller Band. Four in December. "Some people call me Maurice." Simple-minded and ridiculous.

10. SMOKIN' IN THE BOYS' ROOM, Brownsville Station. Nine in December. Teenybop, like Alice Cooper.