GOOD BOY!: “Rockin’ Robin” by Michael Jackson

The first song to appear in this list twice. Despite, and possibly because of, everything that subsequently happened, I rather fear that this flute-led blandout is how most people – particularly in Britain – prefer to remember Michael, as a nice kid who sang nice kiddie songs and was well-scrubbed and well-behaved. There were a lot of those back in 1972. And yet, later on in the same year, he went to number one with a tender ballad addressed to a rat. You go figure – oh wait, you already did.

Date Record Made Number Two: 22 April 1972

Number Of Weeks At Number Two: 2

Record At Number One: “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” by Roberta Flack

UK Chart Position: 3

Other Information: A CD copy of the song’s parent album (Got To Be There) is visible in the video for “Intro” by Brixton rapper Sneakbo. But does he skip straight to “Wings Of My Love” whenever he plays it?

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