Earworms

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!