Some of us are just lucky that way. We hear something, and the head worms sing it until they wear out. Or hear something else that’s worse, so they can then sing that....and so on...
Deck the halls with Boston Charlie,
Fa la la la-la la la la.
Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower, allegaroo!
(Take that!)
:o])
Now, see, that all made sense to me. :’D