Went to an amazing Karaoke both place in Budapest recently. Half a dozen damp-smelling, carpet-walled rooms in the basement of what looked from the street likea derelict building. Run by a fifty year old Japanese guy watching baseball and you had take your own bag of cans.
I sang You Suffer by Napalm Death.
Normal go-tos would be Great Balls of Fire, Dead Ringer for Love (happy to sing both parts if required) and Cube’s verses from Straight Outta Compton or Fuck tha Police.