You say Cicada, I say Secada

Which is worse: an invasion, nay, infestation of billions of "brood X" cicadas, or a John Secada song-fest?

Here's the form my nightmare would take ... song titles all:

Just Another Day, Papi, El Ultimo Adios, Love's About to Change My Mind, Stop, If I Never Knew You, I'm Free, Too Late Too Soon, There's No Sunshine Anymore, When You're Gone, Angel, One of a Kind, Eyes of a Fool, Better Part of Me, Es Por Ti, No Sunshine, If you go, Believe, and my personal favorite Lost Inside of You proving the stereotype that, typical man, he will not stop to ask for directions, no matter where he's trying to go.

Cicada, Secada, Tomato, Tomahto ... Let's call the whole thing off! :)