Funny you mention that! Tonight I ran across someone mentioning ‘Do The Hustle’ on a message board and now…
It’s a small world after all,
It’s a small world after all,
It’s a small world after all –
It’s a smaaaall smaaaaall world!
Er, Nametag?
Um, I was … singing along … yeah, that’s it! That’s the ticket!
Dammit, I looked for it and didn’t see it
Try this song. It’s obscure but, when comes to earworms, it’s deadly.
*I don’t like shoes that pinch your toes
Or people who squirt you with a garden hose
But mmm, I love onions
Onions, onions, la-la-la
Onions, onions, ha-ha-ha
Root doot doot-doot, doot doot doot
Onions, onions, la-la-la
Onions, onions, ha-ha-ha
Root doot doot-doot, doot doot doot*
Now if someone could kindly explain why I woke up this morning with wooly bully going through my head, I’d appreciate it. Nothing else, no other part of that song, just wooly bully. Making coffee - wooly bully. Reading the paper - wooly bully. Showering - wooly bully. Heading out the door - wooly bully. Starting the car - wooly bully - and jamming Elvis in the CD player as fast as I can - Oh, I just don’t where to begin - ah, priceless.
This is the song that never ends
It just goes on and on my friends
Some people started singin it, not knowing what it was
And they’ll continue singing it forever just because
This is the song that never ends
It just goes on and on my friends
Some people started singin it, not knowing what it was
And they’ll continue singing it forever just because
This is the song that never ends
It just goes on and on my friends
Some people started singin it, not knowing what it was
And they’ll continue singing it forever just because
This is the song that never ends
It just goes on and on my friends
Enjoy,
Steven
Perhaps it is time to revisit and reconsider the parameters of “jusitifiable homicide”.
I LOVE this song! If he’d hum this song and stuck it in my head I would be totally all right with it.
I don’t like snails or toads or frogs, or strange things living under logs…
I don’t like dancing with Crazy Ted, he’s always jumping on my head…
But OOOOOOHHH! I LOVE ONIONS!
I’m quite heavily drunk at the moment…
*Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?
When your mother says don’t chew it, do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch it on your tonsils, can ya’ heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost over night?
On the bedpost ooooooooooooverniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!
:dubious:
Oh baby, ooh ee ooh ahah ting tang walla walla bing bang,
Ooh ee ooh ahah ting tang walla bing bang
:eek:
Look. it’s simple what the guy is doing. The only way to get rid of an earworm is to pass it off onto someone else. You just have to chose a different victim and pass it along.
Or do what I do. When a song is stuck in my head, I imagine the musicians playing the song. Then I imagine them being mowed down in a hail of gunfire, whilst humming “Birdhouse In Your Soul” by TMBG. That usualy breaks the song.
"I don’t like rain or sleet or hail
Or Moby Dick, the great white whale
But mmm, I love onions . . . "
*I know a song that’ll get on your nerves
Get on your nerves, get on your nerves.
I know a song that’ll get on your nerves,
Get, get, get on your nerves.
I know a song that’ll get on your nerves
Get on your nerves, get on your nerves.
I know a song that’ll get on your nerves,
Get, get, get on your nerves.*
[pause… deep breath]
I know a song that’ll get on your nerves
Get on your nerves, get on your nerves.
I know a song that’ll get on your nerves,
Get, get, get on your nerves.
[repeat]
(Sung to the tune of “London Bridge Is Falling Down”.)
countin’ flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Playin’ Solitaire ‘til dawn
With a deck of 51
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo
Now you tell me I’ve nothin’ to do
Not the verse, just the chorus, over & over
My cure for the earworm is the theme to Superman.
Bah-da-da-da-da
DA-Da-da
Bah-da-da-da-da
DA! d’da
The Mexican Hat Dance?
:snerk:
Who sings the Mexican Hat Dance?
Too funny.
Yeah, like in the story Punch, Brothers, Punch!
http://www.boondocksnet.com/twaintexts/punch.html
Yeah, like in the story Punch, Brothers, Punch!
http://www.boondocksnet.com/twaintexts/punch.html
I am pleased to be in the company of one who is aware of some of the lesser known works of The Master.
Screw him. Go straight to the Nuclear Option:
*I’m a Barbie girl in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on, Barbie, let’s go party*…