"I just had to look. Having read the book." That's the lyric, Michael Johns, ok? You want to condense A Day in the Life, are you nuts? At least don't mess up the words. The Idols once again committed mass murder on the Lennon McCartney songbook, aka, the Beatles, this ancient music group none of them seem to have any feeling for whatsoever. With apologies to my colleagues who were at least a little charmed by last night, I thought that one by one, they stood up and murdered these songs. Please. Make. It. Stop.

Amanda Overmyer: Don't reinterpret the lyrics of Back in the USSR. Just sing the melody like they wrote it. You're female, it would be a cool reinterpretation just to sing it like Paul. And where was that scream? You people are wusses. Here's a primer for you, Paul himself singing it in Red Square in 2003. http://youtube.com/watch?v=GhRu9yzlTRI&feature=related

Kristy Lee Cook: You've Got To Hide Your Love Away reinterpreted as a gregorian chant, a dirge, a crime against music. Awful.

David Archuletta: The Long and Winding Road. Just this side of bearable. At least he seemed to get the song. But Simon, come on, a master class? Have our expectations sunk that low? This whole night was like watching a grade school talent show.

Michael Johns: A Day in the Life. See above. And in the end…singing the Beatles was a horrendous idea that showed the limitations of these uninspired performers.

Brooke White, the singing nanny dressed in yellow for Here Comes the Sun. Again, like a grade school talent show where the mom went overboard to theme the kids for their performance. Wow, how clever, a yellow dress! Terrible, horrible, awful. And Brooke, just stop talking when Simon is critiquing you. Be quiet.

David Cook, Day Tripper. Started not too bad, I like his voice. But the voice box Peter Frampton thing was jarringly terrible. Ruined it.

Carly Smithson: Blackbird. Kinda stupid singing, though I agree with Ellen, to criticize the song choice as Simon did is weird. I was a little distracted by how she'd used mascara to separate every little eyelash on her eye. Speaking of distraction, I wish Simon would not put his hairy forearm and impatiently drumming fingers behind Paula's head while she is giving her comments.

 Jason Castro: Michelle. He sings French pretty! Paula's polka line was funny. Passable.

Syesha: Yesterday. So Miss America cringey. Nice shout out to Paul the guitarist on stage. Yes, thank goodness for the long suffering Paul. But how much longer can he stand it?

Chikeze: I've just seen a face. Hahahahahahahahahaha! Just when I started to think, you know, I kind of like this slowed down version, he hit the harmonica and took off on a Kristy Lee Cook hoedown massacre of Beatles out of control debacle. Oy.

That leaves Ramiele, with I Should Have Known Better. Yes.