Usually it's his strenuous efforts to be ingratiating that makes people hate Paul McCartney, but the knighted ex-Beatle's reversal of the "Lennon-McCartney" credit order won't make him any new friends. "The truth is that this is much ado about nothing," the inveterate clich?-slinger intones, "and there is no need for anybody to get their knickers in a twist." The switch only effects songs for which McCartney was the sole or main writer, and he has explained in the past that he's concerned about having his name suppressed or cut off when songs are catalogued alphabetically by composer. Given his durable but unfair reputation as a sidekick for the greatest musical genius since Pan (and more importantly, his forgettable output over the last three decades), it makes sense for His Lordship to guard his legacy. Still, if he really wanted to salvage his reputation, he'd try to blame sonic cowflops like "Martha, My Dear" and "Your Mother Should Know" on Ringo.