No idea as I don't own one, but I wished one would simply break down recently!
I think the two girls who live a couple of doors away were getting lock-down cabin fever. They kept nagging their poor Alexa, "Alexa! Play xxxxx ! Alexa!"
"xxxx" was any of a narrow range of the dreariest clone-pop-by-database I've heard. I had a mental image of me, in my own sun-kissed garden, cracking and yelling across the intervening garden,
"Alexa! Play Dark Side of the Moon, Ace of Spades, and Gotterdamerrung! Alexa!"