I don’t know whether it’s hormonal, or whether I’m losing my mind, or what, but for the past 2 or 3 weeks, I’ve been stricken by chronic earworms. Even under “normal” circumstances (whatever those are,) I tend to get songs stuck in my head - usually songs I don’t like, songs I know only one or two lines of, or songs I neither know nor like. For the past weeks, though, I have been absolutely plagued by earworms. Really, really bad ones. I can only assume that my advanced state of pregnancy has kicked up the hormones to the point that I have finally lost. my. freakin’. mind.
Anyway, yesterday while I was at work, my brother-in-law (bless his heart) accidentally implanted a new and highly obnoxious tune in my head. “Sweet City Woman.” That was bad enough, but when I laughingly “thanked” him for the favor, he basely introduced (ye gods!) “Cracklin’ Rosie.” And he did it on purpose. So now I need revenge. And help. (In every way possible.)
Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Help me find the MOST ANNOYING SONG EVER to inflict upon my favorite (and only) brother-in-law.
Huh. That’s a coincidence. I was reading the “Power Surge” message board the other day, which is a message board for women trying to cope with the symptoms of menopause. I was surprised to read that insanity-inducing earworms was a common complaint. And they’re really dealing with hormonal changes.
I am at work so I can’t link to a recording, but “Please Mr Please” by Olivia Newton-John.
Please Mr Please, Don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song
but its over
Please Mr Please, Don’t play B-17
I don’t ever want to hear that song again…
That chorus is perfect ear worm fodder, and the whole idea of never wanting to hear that song again…pure evil
Okay, I’m not reading the rest of the thread beyond the OP, because I happen to have a high susceptibility to earworms.
There’s a Crosby Stills & NAsh tune that has a few measures of: Deet deet deet deet deet; DEET, deet; deet-deet-DEET-DEET (I think it’s the end of Suite Judy Blue eyes). There’s a good one, particularly if you can sing it just well enough to pull it into his mind…
When I was pregnant, I didn’t have food cravings; I had Springsteen cravings. Which was weird because I wasn’t a big fan of The Boss before I was pregnant and I’m not a big fan now. But when I was pregnant, that’s all I wanted to listen to.
As for earworms, I’m now singing Sweet City Woman, which has completely blocked my ability to think of any other song…so thanks for that.
I think I’ve been hoist by my own petard… I’ve spent the day humming many of these suggestions myself! Ack! (And sorry, Jelly Roll. I didn’t mean to inflict that upon anyone else.)
But I do particularly like the Olivia Newton-John suggestion. And maybe the Oompa Loompa song - it’s so sinister, and so repetitive…