of showing how much she loves me....."

Was that Paul Anka?

Just thought I'd toss that in there to help you switch tapes.

Frankly, if you're gonna have an earworm, you could do a lot worse than the Beatles.

That baby song. Is this a case of where the cure is worse than the disease?

Yeah, the Beatles were/are great, classic, iconic and all the other comps you can throw at them. I saw them perform live in 1964 in Cleveland when the crowd was so hysterical the police shut down the show and had to manhandle John Lennon off the stage. Epic.

Signed,

Ms. Can't-Carry-a-Tune-in-a-Bucket-to-Save-Her-Life

(Goes off to hum to self)

I'd smack your hands with a ruler, but you'd probably enjoy it.

Black Narcissus. Best of all time, with Kathleen Byron going all psycho and putting on LIPSTICK! (She was later James Ryan's aged wife in Saving Private Ryan. One of the best waah, eye-irrigating scenes in film history. "You are, James...you ARE&quot

Jessica Lange's in the running though, in American Horror Story. An insane asylum, crazy nuns, perverted priests, sadistic doctors - what's not to love?

singing "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" has been my earworm for the past few days. I don't know what to do about it, so I'll just enjoy it. Anyway, I think it's an appropriate earworm for today. (haha, sorry repukes...not.)

I once dated a guy who had gotten a divorce over a parrot. Serious as a heart attack here.

Between parrots and turtles, we humans are wimps.

(BTW - did you see the thread headed "28 More Years!" with a pic of Bo the White House Dog? Someone posted a response "2 More Years!" signed A Turtle.)

I love DU.

Especially "My Cherie Amour"

Just about anything by the Beach Boys
Especially "God Only Knows" and "Barbara Ann"

Just about anything by Neil Sadaka
Especially "Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen"

Oh, wait - see Kelis post below.

so I could pull one over my head and chant "la-la-la-la-la".

Isn't it weird how you're relaxing in a contemplative mood, and then It Starts. Gah! Make it stop!

I don't recall ever having Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmuzik bug me. But certain parts of pop songs just blast into your brain and stay there.

How earworms seem to pop in out of nowhere.
But I have a theory that there is visual stimulation that triggers it. Something you may be looking at, or you see a person or something passing by, it triggers a memory which triggers a song. Just a theory, but it makes sense

I'd heard about them in passing - but they're really weird.

I'm under "constant care" for visual deterioration and now feel qualified to teach Ophthalmology 101 at any major university. And it gives me an excuse for constant typos.

They're supposed to be genetic, related to migraine headaches, and last up to 30 minutes.

OK - so I'm bumbling at the iMac and suddenly see this very clear, black, Rorschach-test-looking-thing that looks exactly like (I am not making this up) New Jersey. Right in the middle of my good (well, better) eye. I didn't feel any pain, but kept blinking. It didn't go away until about 30 minutes later.

On the bright side, I only have 49 states to go. (Hope Alaska doesn't pop up while I'm driving.

not to make *light* of your problem (as an ocular migraine sufferer myself).

Anecdote from my elementary school days, back at the Dawn of Time.

There was discussion of Puerto Rico statehood in my classroom, and a worried kid asked the teacher "But how will they change the stars on the flag?"

Another classmate immediately piped up "Three rows of seventeen!".

Never forgot it. Second kid must be a nuclear scientist now.

Every time I see Couric, this happens;
I can barely tolerate her, let alone this earworm:

K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.

(At least Sheeeeeeeee's Leeeeeeeaving Hoooooomme Bye Bye" is receding from the lather/rinse/repeat cycle.)

The song Don't stop thinking about tomorrow would start to play in my head when ever I saw him in a campain ad or something lol

are better than my poor co-worker who gets children's songs stuck in his head. Which then tortures us because he will whistle while he works (he may be one of the Seven Dwarfs, not sure).

Last week it was Frere Jacques. DO YOU KNOW HOW ANNOYING IT IS TO HAVE THAT SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD FOR THREE ENTIRE DAYS???

So fucking stupid, but it's stuck in my head!