Something something ice cold beer
Something something something here
Something something chew tobacco chew tobacco chew tobacco spit
It’s Tim McGraw, I think.
Something something ice cold beer
Something something something here
Something something chew tobacco chew tobacco chew tobacco spit
It’s Tim McGraw, I think.
One more thing, if you get Palladia (a cable channel), check out the Hard Rock Calling concerts. For example last night they had the 2010 one on. In the little while that I had it on, I saw Stevie Wonder, Pearl Jam, Jamirquoi (found out that’s the band, the singer is Jay Kay), and CSN. It’s basically the London version of Bonnaroo*. Actually, if you get Palladia, there’s just usually good music on anyways.
*When Bonnaroo is ongoing, they stream two of the stages live, it’s worth checking out.
“Things Work Out My Way,” Ke$ha
Thanks to kaylasdad99 I have been infected with Mnah, Mnah.
For some stupid reason it’s Malibu Nights by Tenacious D. It has the most retarded lyrics. I came downstairs this morning and “it’s time for my breakfast; it’s time for some cheese” popped into my head and I can’t get rid of it now. It’s especially annoying because the lyrics are so stupid.
“Giving it up for your love” Delbert McClinton. Played on KXT this morning AND WILL NOT GO AWAY. And I know none of the words but the title.
Agreed. Love that album and haven’t listened to it (in my head or otherwise) in years…so, thanks!
My latest earworm is this song I’d never heard of until I saw this dance video - check it even if you’re not a West Coast Swing (/John Lindo) fanatic: http://youtu.be/KNhLeL0FaYo
Keep waking up to this in my head day after day and still don’t have a problem with it.
Portland Woman by the New Riders of the Purple Sage.
From their self-titled 1971 debut album, with Jerry Garcia on the pedal steel.
for you old people out there, here’s the one that I’ve had in my head for over a week.
When I’m slow on the draw, and I need somethin’ to chaw; I hanker for a hunk of cheese!
When my 10 gallon hat is feelin’ 5 gallons flat…
When my get up & go, has gone up & went…
When I’m dancin’ a ho down, and my boot kinda slow down…
I can’t get Imogen Heap’s Hide and Seek out of my head
Mmmmmm what you say…
“Trash Day” by Weird Al.
I hoped that listening to “Hot in Herre” by Nelly might help. Now I just hate Nelly even more than I did before, but with reason.
My brain hates me and proves it by tormenting me with earworms on a regular basis, at least one a day and often more. So many more. Even songs you like pale after you’ve had them on a seemingly endless loop in your head for a couple of hours or more.
The worst one recently was last week when, off and on for a couple of torturous days, my Evil Brain harped at me to take it to Funky Town. The horror, the horror…
I have two at present: “Dominique”, by the Singing Nun, and “Baby Snakes”, by Frank Zappa.
Sigh.
Today it’s the Transplants Tall Cans
Lyrics terribly NSFW, so link broken.
www. youtube.com /watch?v=Ht1BrQIWBxA