“That’s Youth” by Anti-Flag. Good Good song. Good Good band.
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
I need you! I need you!
Game, set, match.
Colin
Celine Dion’s new song
A New Day Has Come
“I can’t believe I’ve been touched by an angel of love…”
Raffi… I’ve been staying at a friend’s house for spring break, and her one-year-old adores Raffi.
“Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea
Swim so wild and you swim so free”
and it goes on, and on, and on.
Damn you, damn you all . . .
I have that damned Kylie Minogue song “Can’t Get You Out of My Head” on continuous loop in my noggin. I love/hate this damn song, and love/hate her.
Why the torn relationship? While on my little “camping trip” in Kuwait this past fall, one of the three channels we had in the compound was MTV Europe/Asia. Every 5th video was little Kylie Minogue dancing with those weird men and women with plastic funnels on their heads. Freaked me out. It was like a strange Eurythmics/Robert Palmer video . . .
Thus, having been bombarded with that damned song, I still can’t get it out of my head . . .
Tripler
I said Eurythmics, not Eutychus.
You go to hell. You go to hell and you DIE!
Aw, damn…two of hearts…two hearts that…
“The Fishy Song” (actually, it’s not called that, it’s just that my friends and I don’t know the title), by Uncle Kracker, complete with quasi-Southern accent and country-style twang. Y’know, the one that goes “You don’t know how you met me/you don’t know why/you can’t turn around and say goodbye/all you know is when I’m with you/I make you free/and swim through the river like a fish in the sea” Bolded part’s the reason why it’s called the Fishy Song…
Argh, flame you, Clever Hans! That’s even worse than the Fishy Song! Noooooo… clamps paws over ears, shaking head furiously
Thanks, you’ve just brought it back into my head! Why I read these posts, I’ll never know… walks away grumbliong to herself
runs back to add something
That is the very song my sister loves doing a search for on the radio! Once, we managed to hear it three times in half an hour! All on different stations, of course, but THREE TIMES IN HALF A BLOODY HOUR?!? Like there isn’t anything better to listen to…
This is to help Cougarfang get the last one out of his head.
Skidda Marinky Dinky Doo Skidda Marinky Dinky Doooooooooo
I love youuuuuu
I love you in the morning and in the afternoon I love you in the evening underneath the mooooooooooon
Skidda Marinky Dinky Doo
Skidda Marinky Dinky Doooooooooooooo
I love youuuuuuuuu
I had to do the whole hand motions thing to remember the song, the intern giggled himself crosseyed.
Seriously though, I have been singing
Oh don’t you know, thats the sound of a man… Working on the chain gaaaaaaang.
Oh don’t you know that the sound of a man working on the chainnnnn gang.
for about 3 months, maybe if I knew more than those two lines it would go away.
Offhand, Clever Hans, I’d have to say that sounds like the Pretenders. but I could be wrong… in fact, I probably am! Let me consult my handy Google search engine tool…
Maybe this is it?
Maybe that will help in getting the song out of your head! Hopefully, it does!
It’s always the last thing I listen to before I leave for work in the morning. Today I had my “Popular Songs of the 1920s” tape on, so all day long it’s been:
Horses, Horses, Horses, crazy over Horses, Horses, Horses,
Goofy over Horses, Horses, Horses, she’s a little wild!
Daffy over Horses, Horses, Horses, nutty over Horses, Horses, Horses,
She calls me Sparkplug, Brown Eyes, too—
She thinks I’m Barney Google!
At the altar, altar, altar, maybe she will falter, falter, falter,
Then I’ll get a halter, halter, halter, just to make her mine!
We know that horses love, by heck,
Because we saw the “horses neck.”
Horses, Horses, goofy over Horses, all the time!
Oooh, that’d make a good one for the Rat-Butts. 
Even worse than a straightforward song that you can’t exorcise is the parody of that song
(to tune of 99 Luft Balloon)
99 dead Babboons by Tim Cavanaugh
*Hello bobby my old friend my old friend
good to see you once again
How’s your mom and dad…
I’ve got something you should see
back at my place, come with me
I’ve got some brand new furnishing plus 99 dead babboons
99 dead babboons sitting in my living room
not too functional it seems but quite a conversation piece
This one’s Jake that one’s Dinah
there’s Big Ned in my recliner
No it’s not a Lazy Boy
can’t you see it’s a dead babboon*
I’m sad to say the lyrics don’t get much better but just try to quit humming 99 dead babboons.
Right now it’s “Jackson” by Johnny and June Carter Cash. Which isn’t necessarily a bad song by any means, but it would really help if I knew more than, say, two lines’ worth of lyrics.
*We got married in a fever,
something something something some… thing
something something something something… Jackson,
Ever since the sooomething,
I’m goin’ to Jackson…
*
Danke Schoen! I could NOT get that song out of my head the other day when I heard it on the radio.
I recalllllll Central Park in fall
How you tore your dress
What a mess
I confess
That’s not all
Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen…
But speaking of “We’re An American Band”, I’ve decided that I hate songs that are basically about…being a band.
Lynyrd Skynyrd seems to be the worst about this.
I mean, if you have nothing else to sing about, except about being a band. Wow, how pathetic!
Chalk me up as another poor soul who can’t get Kylie Minogue’s '“Can’t Get You You Out Of My Head” out of his head.
Damn this thread title! I was even compelled to boot up my brother’s computer so I could hear the damn mp3. Oh, the shame. 
Ah, good choice. Humorous, but lingering… 
Which brings me to my point. I was just in a production of The Mikado (no, I didn’t actually play Katisha – I was in the chorus) and so I have the songs stuck in my head all the time. The catchiest of the lot:
“My object all sublime
I shall achieve in time,
To let the punishment fit the crime, the punishment fit the crime,
And make each prisoner pent
Unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment,
Of innocent merriment!”
Now it’s playing concurrently in my head with “We’re An American Band.” The effect is odd, to say the least. Though perhaps not as odd as having Beverly D’Angelo singing “Good Morning, Rat-Butts” to you in your head. :eek:
“It’s a small world, after all,
It’s a small world, after all,
It’s a small world, after all…”
a previous thread: http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=85868
From that thread, the only antidote:
Here is an interesting article about this phenomenon…
Phenomenon doot doo de doo doo
Phenomenon doot doo de doo…
My boss made what she calls her biggest mistake of the year- she bought cheap plastic flutes for the kids to play during the instrumental break of this song. Of course they don’t understand how flutes work so they just blow through them producing a horrific mindnumbing shriek. You don’t know joy until a dozen three and four year olds “play” to this song, every single day. I used to like this song…
I think kids songs are probably the worst thing to get stuck in your head. Even real music won’t drive them out.
" Mother goony bird has seven chicks
seven chicks has mother goony bird,
And they can’t climb (no!)
and they can’t swim
all they do is go like this:
Left arm.
" Mother goony bird has seven chicks
seven chicks has mother goony bird,
And they can’t climb (no!)
and they can’t swim
all they do is go like this:
Left arm, right arm…
and so on until you get to
left arm, right arm, left foot, right foot, nod your head, turn around, sit back down.