“amarinthp”? I theem to be thpeaking like Daffy Duck.
When you get a song stuck in your head, what you do is you walk up and down all the hallways at work quietly singing it to yourself - just loud enough so your co-workers can hear. Then you go back to your office, and wait to see how long it takes before someone shows up in your office singing the same song under their breath. Great fun for everyone!
(The song that always gets stuck in my head is “New York New York”. Just had to share that :D.)
Don’t break my heart
my achy-breaky heart…
I have Just the thing for ya Fenris.
my friend came through, I’ll heat up the copier and on it’s way tonight (hopefully) will be a new addition to your “bad musicals” collection.
[sub]hehehehehehehehehe[/sub]
Was that sincere thanks, jr8? I can never tell anymore.
Well, Fenris, it’s a small world, after all.
::: D & R :::
I hate all of you.
My brain was going to explode anyway, since it’s been the day from hell at work.
Now it’s going to explode for a different reason - dueling songs on KCOY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
And an especial thank you to whoever brought up “Istanbul”…
…because now I have “Anna Ng” stuck in my head along with everything else.
And Poly, you know I lurves you, but did you have to?
Oh well…guess I’ll just have to roam around singing “Her Majesty” until everything else goes away.
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
but she doesn’t have a lot to say
buh-doom-doom
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl
but she changes from day to day…
That was Shel Silverstein reading his poem about Pamela Purse… I have it on tape 
As for Shari Lewis… I don’t think we need to worry… she is dead I do believe.
Fenris, thank you for starting the Free to Be… Appreciation Thread I’ve been wanting to start.
I grew up listening to this, and it’s enough of a Proustian experience that I bought the CD.
Now I need a TV… I’m now on a mission to find the video!
Robin
Semi-serious. You successfully managed to get the song stuck in my head (until Sigmund the Sea Monster came along, dammit), but at least it was a song I like.
A few months I had Robbie Williams’ Let Love Be Your Energy stuck in my head for nigh on two weeks – and I don’t even know all the words. Boy, that’s annoying.
Fenris, The Littlest Doper[sup]TM[/sup] got the FTBYAM CD as a birth present. Iffin you want to borrey it…
Mrs. Spritle has it on vinyl[sup]*[/sup]. I told her about the movie we “had” to watch every year in school with Mel Brooks telling Marlo that she was “Bald! Bald! Bald! Bald as a ping-pong ball!” and how all the girls would sing the songs from the movie for the rest of the week. :sudder: She had never heard of the movie. Now she wants to see it.
Please help me.
[sup]*[/sup]Vinyl, kids, means that she had the album. Wait, she had it on disk. In wax? On platter? Hello?
See, many years ago, before CDs there were tapes. Before that, there were 8-tracks. Before that there were “records” which were pressed into vinyl. errrr… nevermind.
Heh. Heh. Heh.
Just be glad that you don’t remember the theme to “The Kids From C.A.P.E.R.” which, next to “Free to Be” is the song that generated the worst mental echos I’ve hever had. I’m apparently one of the three people in the world who saw this show.
We’re the Kids
We’re the Kids
We’re the Kids from C.A.P.E.R.
We’ll race to your place
On the case
Every time.
We’re the Kids
We’re the Kids
We’re the Kids from C.A.P.E.R.
Four in a war
evermore
against crime.
Actually I shouldn’t laugh. Apparently whatever neurons activated to dredge some of this stuff up have pulled another one out of the depths of my brain (but since this is Tom Lehrer:
*Who can turn a cap
Into a cape?
Who can turn a tap
Into a tape?
It’s el-E-men-tar-y
It’s silent E
Who can turn a cub
into a cube?
Who can turn a tub
into a tube?
It’s really free to be
for you and meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!*
aaaaaRgggghgh!
and of course there’s the sophomoric version:
*
Who can turn a hat
into pure hate?
who can turn a rap
into a rape?
*
Which made me the hit of the 6th grade lunch table set. Until that kid who ate worms came along.
Fenris
No, I don’t know that one, and never heard of the show. But I do remember:
We’re gonna Zoom Zoom Zoom-a Zoom
We’re gonna Zoom-a Zoom-a Zoom-a Zoom Zoom…
I also still remember (and anyone growing up in the 70’s in the Philadelphia broadcasting area may also do):
Send your pictures to dear old Captain Noah
Send today! Send right away!
Being raised by television is a bit like being raised by wolves, except that you’re less likely to rip people’s throats out with your teeth.
I have sheet music for that somewhere. Also for L-Y:
You enter a very dark room
And sitting there in the gloom
Is Dracula; now how do you say goodbye?
Immediately! Immediately!
Immediate…
L-Y!
When I have a song stuck in MY head, I use the all-powerful works-every-time approach to removing it.
The technique is as follows.
(A). Close your eyes.
(B). Imagine the band/singer/whatever performing the song in your head on stage.
(3). Now imagine yourself, in the front row, with large caliber automatic weapons.
(&). Imagine yourself now slaughtering said performer, thus ending the song for good.
Now sit back and enjoy the silence!!!
Where the hell did THAT smiley come from?
What did I do with that M-60…