for days now…sing it, na na na na na na na na na
Because of this thread, in which we’re after band members who call out the singer’s name. Not the singer calling out (every!) band member’s name. As in the above. Damn.
j
Also due to another thread, “City of Crime” from the Dan Aykroyd Dragnet movie.
That’s not an earworm, it’s a 20 foot ear-anaconda. You have my sympathies.
Barnacle Bill the Sailor Been singing it for days now.
My run of good luck with earworms continues - this time one of those youtube suggestions which are usually preposterous, but this time:
Brimful of Asha - Cornershop
The original version, too. So of course, I had to listen. Been in my head for days now, but I don’t mind at all.
j
Randy Scouse Git by the Monkees.
(Makes a change from Cuddly Toy, anyway.)
Not sure why, it’s nothing I’ve heard lately, nor anything I’ve been reminded of except by being earwormed by it, and only occasionally very vaguely like the hard rock I’ve been mostly listening to…
But I like it, so, it’s fine.
David Byrne - Toe Jam
My Sharona.
It’s killing me.
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“Beep Beep” by the Playmates
“Cry” by Faith Hill. Don’t know why it popped into my head suddenly, but I can’t seem to stop humming it.
I was aimlessly wandering YouTube last night when I came upon a video about Slavic mythology that included a section about the Vodyanoy. Different versions of the vodyanoy show in other cultures but one common thing he does is drag people underwater to serve as his slaves forever and keep their souls in teapots or cages. That, in turn, led me to cue up Sting’s “The Soul Cages” and it’s been echoing through my head ever since.
(Sorry about the shaggy dog story.)
Normally earworms are a source of torture for this sentient being, but for the past few days I’ve been a-rockin’ and a-rollin’ (heavy!) to The Osmonds’ “Crazy Horses”, powering me throughout the day as I boogie through all my worksites.
So I’ve set up a music thing in the kitchen for Mrs. FtG to listen to tunes while getting her cooking on. It has Amazon Prime music and I added a mp3 thing the other day with a ton of tunes on it. So I played one folder to test it out: Sonny and Cher (or just Cher).
So I have I’ve Got You Babe running thru my head, right? Nope: Bang, Bang.
Egad. Why that one?
Some songs are just fine once in a while. In earworm mode they are deadly.
Last weekend my daughter and I (again) watched Jesus Christ Superstar. Now I have all those stupid songs stuck in my head. 
Theme from “The Office”.
Watched an episode an hour ago. That’s not so long for an earworm so I suspect it will go away soon.
mmm
Camila Cabello, “Havana.”
A recurring earworm of mine.
Tell the rabble to be quiet! 