We haven’t had an earworm thread in a while, I don’t think, and I’ve been plagued by one for a few days now, so I’m starting a new thread.
Earworms, of course, are those tunes that skitter around inside your brain like manic roombas with infinite batteries, circlingcirclingcirclingcircling until you basically feel like taking something blunt and heavy and ominous-looking and SMASH!
Anyway, my current one is going to be pretty obscure to anyone but a Broadway afficionado. It’s “Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher” from the Broadway adaptation of Billy Elliott. (I hope that’s a YouTube video of the song itself…I can only see the Google results from this computer)
o/ Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' Heseltine! Yer a tosser, yer a wanker, and you're only Tory swine! o/
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
DUH DUH
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
DUH DUH
“BBBBBBBB baby you just ain’t seen NNN nothin’ yet.”
DUH DUH
“Here’s something you just ain’t never going to forget…”
Annoying as all hell when you don’t know any of the other words!
“You know my papa disapproved it,
My mama boohooed it,
But I told them time and time again,
‘Don’t you know I was made to love her,
Built a world all around her’
Yeah! Hey, hey, hey.”
Hang 'em High, by My Chemical Romance. It doesn’t help that lately the SDMB has been mentioning calling the wind Mariah a lot. “Angels just cut out her tongue, call her Black Mariah.”
Right now it’s a toss-up between “Fix Up Look Sharp” by Dizzee Rascal (lately it seems to be playing on my gym’s PA system every time I go there) and “Lollipop” by Lil’ Wayne, which I hear at least once every hour at work on account of one coworker of mine always has the hip-hop station playing in her cubicle. On one hand, I have a British guy exhorting me to “Fix up look sharp! (Woo!)” and on the other, Lil’ Wayne wants me to call him so he can “make it juicy” for me. :eek: No, I don’t wanna lick the (w)rapper!