Crazy

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I just returned from a lovely family reunion. Yes, we really did have fun. I have a much bigger problem to discuss besides family reunions. My niece taught us the great camp song about a moose. Yeah, you know, he drank a lot of juice. However, the only part I can really sing is : "Way-oh, Way-oh, wayo wayo way-oh". It has become the new rhythm to my dish washing and laundry folding. I keep muttering it under my breath. Tragically, this turrets of the song lyrics is a classic trademark for me. I think my husband generally finds it charming. Well...except for the time I kept singing one line from the Rent musical, "and pussy galore." I was at his family's house and as usual I kept humming that same awful line. He finally pulled me aside to ask me "if I understood what I was singing ?" That actually got me quiet. The list would be endless of all the silly lyrics I sing to myself. Some of my more classic song problems:

Sweet Escape. I keep only singing the "woo, hoo, yee hoo" part.

Kung Fu Fighting. "We were Kung -fu fighting, na-na-na-na-na-na-nuh-nuh."

Steal my Sunshine. "Steal my sunshine" That is all I sang that summer. Ask my husband. Just those words.

Crazy in Love. "Crazy, Crazy in love."

As you can see, I am probably make people crazy who live with me. Does anyone else have a song that they just can't stop humming or muttering?

Comments

Blondie said…
I can pretty much get stuck on anything ABBA.
When I was on study abroad I was constantly singing "Unbreak my heart" (just those three words). I eventually drove my roommates insane,
But the worst was when my oldest was two years old. I spent several months stuck on the line "Oh, it's great to be an engine" from Thomas the Tank Engine. That was really embarrassing.
August 15, 2008 at 3:55 PM
Becca said…
at least you get real songs stuck in your head! I'm guilty of singing "free credit report . com!" for days and even Cricket will burst out a "Safe light repair!Safe light replace!"

jingles are much harder to erase from one's mind! trust me!
August 15, 2008 at 6:31 PM
Katydid said…
Oh, the curse of the jingles !!
August 21, 2008 at 7:59 AM
Carolyn said…
My youngest sister taught me a delightful pre-school activity song that she learned as part of an early-childhood education class:

Tony Chestnut Knows I Love You

It ceased to be delightful when I couldn't get it out of my head for more than a week. It was even less delightful for the people who live in my home, none of whom are pre-schoolers. But at least they know that Tony knows that I love them.
August 24, 2008 at 4:15 PM
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