I get songs stuck in my head all the time. Heck, I get alot of things stuck in there all the time. And not always good things. Crap just gets in there and whirls around and around like a washing machine stuck on the spin cycle.
Last week we were out in front of dining and Goosey started humming the music from the Slinky commercials. You know the one... "Slinky, slinky, for fun it's a wonderful toy..."
I said "Oh great! That's gonna be stuck in my head all day!" And I wandered up the hill to watch the knuckleheads go to chow.
About ten minutes later Sgt Uncle T calls me on the radio and tells me to go to channel two.
I switch over to two and say "Yeah?"
He just says "Slinky, slinky...." click!
Aaaaargh! You evil bast*rd! I was rid of it!
Today in the com room line somebody said something about seventy six trombones.
And there it went.... "Seventy six trombones led the big parade...."
And on and on.
I just about got shut of that one by the time I got down to 6 house. Worked there with the Menace and Pretty Boy. Was doing okay until PB starts humming "Hmm hmm hmm hmm... Here in my car, I can go where I want...."
And there it went....
I was glad to get back out to the truck at the end of the night. I had a CD that was nothing but instrumental stuff and I cranked it up on the way home. Glad to get my mind clear for a change.
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