The statue got me high (HIGH)
:rolleyes:
All of those Weebls toons have a remarkable ability to lodge themselves inextricably in your brain. Magical Trevor is awfully persistent, too.
“He saw beans, lots of beans lots of beans lots of beans, oh beans, lots of beans lots of beans lots of beans…”
Gotta go with Manatee on this one.
Small World is not just an earworm, it’s an ear dragon.
(ahem)
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring…Banana Phone!
The worse thing is I’ve managed to track down the original (I think) by a group named Raffi. I still can’t believe it has more than one verse. :eek:
Marry me, please. Nobody else ever knows that. 
Also, today I managed to do myself one better: I hit the wrong button on my radio and somehow ended up with the Donna Summer version of “MacArthur Park.” And I don’t think I can take it! Cause it took so long to bake it! And I’ll never have that recipe agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain! Oh nooooooooooooooo!
The Doobies - Black Water
I’d like to hear some funky dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By the hand, take me by the hand pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long
I’d like to hear some funky dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By the hand, take me by the hand pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long
repeat until your brain begins to bleed.
Speaking of catchy flash animation songs… Everybody say Yatta!
I accept, dear Internet stranger…hold it. Aw shucks. We’re both female!
Re: MacArthur Park
“Oh Jesus! The cake!” Hilarious.
At least I know all the words to this one.
I had Eye of the Confessor (Joe Walsh) stuck in my head for days a while back. But the ultimate ear worm, two words…
Tainted Love.
“I’m rockle, and this is my hetero lifemate, Dung Beetle.”
:d
Hey! That’s supposed to be a: 
"Master of the house…
Keeper of the inn…"
True Blue Jack
“We’ll go 'round in circles…”
Okay, how’s this? Yawwwwwn…
“La Donna Mobile”. Well, part of it, anyway.
Other than weirdy flash cartoon music, what tends to get stuck in my head is the stuff I used to sing in choir. “Shut De Do”, anyone? The really annoying part is that for some of the songs, like a large part of the medley from Les Miserables, I only know the bass part and can no longer recall the melody…not to mention the stuff from the barbershop quartet. I walk around singing harmony in low note, and people look at me like I’m on crack.
Then again, I get that look a lot anyway. Hasn’t bothered me yet.
I take care of that by superimposing my own lyrics on it.
Whine, whine, everwhere I whine
Blocking your scenery, taking your time
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you hear me whine?
How about…
“Walk the Dinosaur” by the '80s one-hit wonder, Was (Not Was).
Almost as bad as:
“Hooked on a Feeling” as covered by the '70s one-hit wonder, Blue Swede.
Last night my son was trying to annoy his older sister by inserting a song into her brain. He kept saying
8-6-7-5-3-0-niiiine
It worked, too.
99.9% of you will have no idea what this song is or who the artist is, but I’ll share anyway.
Here in Austin, there’s a musical comedy group (or is it a comical music group?) called the Asylum Street Spankers. They got a bit of national radio airplay with a really stupid (but really funny) ditty called “The Scrotum Song.” It has a sort of 1920’s jazz melody and silly lyrics that go like
“Scrotum, scrotum, it’s my wrinkly, crinkly bag of skin.
Scrotum, scrotum, it’s the thing I keep my testes in.
Well, it’s wrinkly and it’s crinkly and it’s covered in hair,
And I don’t know what I’d do if it was not there!
Oh scrotum, scrrrrrrrotum! It’s my wrinkly, crinkly bag of skin.
We really mean it, a wrinkly, crinkly bag of skin.”
Anyway, our son was born last November, and when my wife & I first brought him home and were changing his diaper, I couldn’t help myself. I started singing that stupid song. My wife, who is far more mature than I, gave me The Glare that said “You’re such a retard. How can you laugh at something that dumb?”
But I swear, a few days later, I was passing by the nursery, she was changing his diaper again, and I heard her humming “The Scrotum Song” out loud. Busted! All she could say was, “It’s your fault! You got that stupid song stuck in my head.” And she sang it whenever she changed him for weeks afterward.
And then, last week… now that I’m 40-something, I have to get all kinds of medical tests I never had before. Including, yes, a testicular sonogram. And the female technician who was giving me the sonogram must have thought I was a real weirdo, because I kept fighting off smirks and giggles. Because, you guessed it, “The Scrotum Song” was running through my head and wouldn’t go away!
Thanks a lot, Spankers.