It don’t run in our blood!
This is what I came in here to post!
Sympathy for the devil, but not the whole song. Just the WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, part.
I was told doing a Sudoku puzzle cures earworm. Can’t do that right now though as I’m at work. So I’m going to be stuck the rest of the day with… WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO, WHOO WHOO…
The theme from Cagney and Lacey (which I saw a rerun from a few days ago). 
“Buckets of Rain” as sung by Dave Van Ronk.
Cameo Lover by Kimbra.
The video above is the earwormey version, but IMO this version is a better showcase of her talent.
Well, now mine is “Judy is a Punk”, gracias.
I’ve mostly been alternating between two Chad & Jeremy songs, “Yesterday’s Gone” and “A Summer Song.” At the moment it’s “Yesterdays’s Gone.”
There’s an “I Dream of Jeannie” marathon on TV right now, so guess what’s stuck in my head?
they found a cure for that
it seems to sort of work for me - I get distracted trying to think of a 5 letter word with anagram possibilities and at least temporarily forget the earworm, the worst of which, for me, was Tina Turners biggest hit not written by John Fogerty (not to be named for fear it will set off weeks of torture)
(Great American Songbook catagory) a particular form of the affliction: persistence due to remembering the melody but not the title or lyrics.
1-2-3-4? “Because-of-You?” No “This is My Song?” No, that’s a Charlie Chaplin song. 1-2-3-4… Without a Song. Now I can sleep.
Arlo’s little fingericking melody dealie has been coming around again and again and again and again on the guitar in my brain. In five part harmony. With circles and arrows &c.
Weirdly, Die Wacht am Rhein. I have no idea why, it’s been months since I saw Iron Skies.
Earworms, tell me about it! I was plagued for months by a 20 minute long Sunny Ade tune. This thing was so persistent I was forced to fall back on all my secondary earworms just to survive. And Karma Chameleon, yecch! I used to snap the damn radio off whenever that thing came up. Somehow my co-workers didn’t understand. I wonder how long it would take listening to Karma Chameleon played over and over to drive a person irretrievably around the bend. 24 hours, 48?
Lately it’s this thing. Not such a threat it would seem, as it’s long and quirky. But if you happen to like it - look out. You may end up with a friend for life.
I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more … and I would still have this song in my head the whole time.
This is destroying my brain.
I just got off an 8 1/2 hour flight during which my inner soundtrack was alternating between Divinyls’ “Science Fiction” and the Ting Tings’ “Great DJ”. I mean, fine little pop songs, but damn I’m about to shoot myself.
Mozart’s Symphony 25 in G Minor – it’s one of the principle themes of Carl Davis’s score for Napoleon which I just saw at the Southbank Centre last night. (Davis was conducting, and I had a chance to chat with Kevin Brownlow, yay!)
No complaints about the film or the song running through my head 
Lately, that stupid theme from Cops. You know the one… bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do when they come for yewwww… Wish it would just go away. Sheeesh! if a guy’s got to catch an earworm why can’t it be something good - a really fine song like, say, Ode to Joy? Now there’s a good song…[ ♫] la la la laaaa la la la[/♫]…wait, wha??..[ ♫] la la la laaaa [/♫]…oh, s**t…[ ♫] la la la laaaa…
**SeldomSeen, as someone who can rarely manage to have a day without at least one earworm, I can assure you that it’s not much better when it’s a song you like. Oh, it’s better at first but everything pales by the second hour of it playing in your head.
Today’s earworm is that If You Really Love Christmas song from Love, Actually. It certainly beats last week when Wrecking Ball kept bashing around in my head off and on for several days. And, Og help me, I’ve had way worse than that.**