A store I shop at always has an oldies station playing, which way too frequently plants earworms, those songs that stick in your head and threaten sanity and existence. I may have to either stop shopping there or wear earplugs. The latest beast to invade my cranium is:
And if you feel like giving me,
A lifetime of devotion,
I second that emotion.
Help me!
Rhonda,
Help help me Rhonda.
Get it out of my ear!
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Even reading the words lodges the tune in the mental soundscape. Dang!
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