Hey Dude don’t be so sad
Take a bad song and make it better
Remember it’ll always be under your skin
Once you begin to make it better, better, better, better–
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!
Na, na, na, na na na naaaaah
Na na na naaaaah hey Jude
Let the professional help you out:
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s hi-iiiiiiggghhh
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for dance
And when you get the chance…
(badiddump badiddump badiddump)
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
This is all that I’ll write: I won’t infringe copyright
(ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh)
It’s too late, Now you’ve seen, and you’re humming “Dancing Queen”
Labradorian, you’re good, but not quite a pro yet. . .try these:
"Golden words he will pour in your ear,
"But his lies can’t disguise what you fear,
"For a golden girl
"Knows when he’s kissed her,
"It’s the kiss of death from Mister
"Gollllldfinger. . . "
"Here we come, walkin’ down the street,
"We get the funniest looks from
"Everyone we meet
“Hey, hey, we’re the . . . .”
"That’s me in the corner
"That’s me in the spot
"Light
"Losing my religion
"Trying to keep
"A
"View
“And I don’t know if I can do it. . .”
"Whoa, oh, oh
"Oh, your cities lie
"In dust
"My friend
“Whoa, oh, oh. . . .”
Finally, the secret weapon my classmates and I used to drive our grade school teachers stark, raving mad when cooped up with us on the bus on a field trip (I think it originally came from MAD magazine):
"Jingle Bells,
"Batman smells
"Robin laid an egg.
"The Batmobile
"Lost a wheel
“And Penguin got away. . .”
My apologies and accolades to all the copyright holders – your work may be conducive to inducing group neuroses and mass consumption of ETOH, but it is DEFINITELY withstanding the test of time. . . .
This is the only antidote:
Kind of a hijack, but I thought it funny:
In Downey, California, where I went to high school, (and where they grew up, I think) Karen and Richard built two apartment complexes near my church. They named one complex “We’ve only just begun” and the other one “Close to you”.
Gag.
Or, did I just dream that? Naah.
-Sue
p.s. Today at work, Kevin was griping about having “Do You Know the Way to San Jose?” stuck in his head. So we drove it home by singing it to him. I was surprised that between two of us, we knew all the words. He’s probably cursing me now.
p.p.s. I have a friend with an annoying habit – she bursts into (quiet) song periodically, usually the same couple of lines from a song. I told her one day that she had ‘Musical Tourette’s’. Man, I crack myself up sometimes.
do-the-jitterbug
You-put-the-boom-boom-into-my-heart
wake-me-up-before-you-go-go
don’t-leave-me-hanging-on-like-a-yo-yo
wake-me-up-before-you-go-go
I-don’t-want-to-miss-it-when-you-hit-that-high
I am rubber.
I am too young and too pop-culturally illiterate for these wimpy weapons to have much effect on me.
Fortunately my personal earworms are cool pretty cool and I don’t mind them hanging around:
Do you recommend I wait a while
direct and live or keep it
constant
and selective
Blue
I can read your mind
if you want to I will let you
Blue
I can read your mind
if you want to I will let you *
Justine Frischman is Goddess.
My hands are cupped and full of blood
My eyes are spirals I am on my knees and praying
That is how I pray cause thatis how you pray
Rat rat rat rat rat rat
HWUH
Tongue thickens I am with those who eat drugs
Who peek over the wall and get shocked
Shocking is therapy
ELECTRIFY YOUR HEAD!
So is Kristen Hersh.
Here’s another song (or two) to knock out any others that might be clinging to your mind:
…“I am cow, hear me moo, I weigh twice as much as you, and I look good on the BBQ”…
…“History is made by stupid people, better people wouldn’t even try! So if you want a place in the history books then do something dumb before you die!”…
(Both songs by the Arrogant Worms. First is “I am Cow” second is “History Is Made By Stupid People”.)
(In fact, listening to them now to make sure I don’t get any of the songs mentioned previously by people stuck in my mind.)
<< Sing a song of six-pence… >>
Periodically, over the years, it comes back. Like an old friend, whom we normally like, but who has, this one evening, WAY outstayed his welcome…
Duke Duke Duke
Duke of Earl Duke Duke
Duke of Earl Duke Duke
Duke Of Earl Duke Duke!
ad infinitum