I don’t know why, but I cannot get this out of my head this morning:
one-two-three FOUR FIVE
six-seven-eight NINE TEN
ELEVEN, TWELVE…
It’s the brainwashing. It’s working.
I loved that segment when I was a kid.
Check out the remix of that song that jayjay linked in post number 7 of this thread.
Heh, it could also be worse, it could be Mahna Mahna stuck in your head. 
(Link has sound btw)
You’re evil!
If ever anyone says the word “phenomenon” I am required to reply “doo dooooo da doo doo”
I think you’re right. My high school math teacher did a stint as a kindergarten teacher. When he asked the class, “Can anyone count to ten” invariably the reply from a volunteer would be, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, niiiiiiine, tennnnnnnnn”
Oh, dear. That, I remember! 
One, two, three,
Four, five, six,
Seven, eight, nine,
Ten, Eleven, Twelve,
The ladybug twelve at the ladybug picnic!
These are the people in your neighborhood.
Crap, we’re friggin’ doomed! :eek:
There is a town outside of the Twin Cities named Menomonie. I have to say “doo doooo da doo doo” when I hear the name, and I suspect half of the Metro area does as well. If only the town’s founding fathers had chosen an ‘a’ at the end instead of an ‘ie’.
My husband and I have fallen victim to the brainwashing, too. If one of us is going to the store and mentions “a loaf of bread”, then the other person will then say, “a container of milk and a stick of butter”.
Remember that one?
Oooh! Oooh! My brother and I aruge about this one. To my recollection"container of milk" didn’t sound right. I always thought it was “jug of milk” and yet he swears it was “container” (or “containah” to be more precise).
You’ve confirmed his recollection and I lose. You too are evil.
Funny how the brain gets programmed. I suffer from that evil Sesame Street song on occasion.
My kids used to have one of those awful books that made various noises when you pushed one of the buttons. One button had a picture of a banana, and when you pushed it, this odd voice said “Banaaana, banaaana”.
To this day, I can’t hear the word banana without saying “banaaana, banaaana” in my head (and unfortunately, sometimes out loud).
Ten tiny turtles on the telephone
talking to their grocery men.
Yup.
With regards to the OP - question for you: Do you also get the mental picture of the pinball machine?
Phone. Phone. Yup yup yup yup!
Always.
I loved those guys! My mother always send they reminded her of me… I have no idea why. I’m don’t have long yarny tentacles…
I guess my eyes are somewhat googly though…
who can forget the hit song:
Abkideffghee jeckle minoper stoovewitzes?