No Cure for Songs Stuck in Your Head

Strange News - AP | Mon Oct 20, 9:48 AM ET | By RACHEL KIPP, Associated Press Writer

[Roarkdude]

The wheels on the bus go round and round...

[SubSailor]

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much and I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you till I die
Till we both break down and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

[Revolting cat!]

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling

[Slings and Arrows]

"My daddy was a cop, on the east side of Chicago, back in the streets, back in the bad old days..."

As Dave Barry points out in his Book of Bad Songs, the "east side" of Chicago is Lake Michigan! Daddy would have had to walk his beat in scuba gear!

[Chancellor Palpatine]

I have GOT to break out that CD again. Last I remember though, I scratched it to hell and back on the floor of the car.

[SubSailor]

Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk

[Revolting cat!]

The night was black rain fallin' down 
I looked my baby she's no where aroun' 
Chased her footsteps down to the shore 
Afraid she's gone for ever more 


Well I looked at the sea, seemed to say 
I took your baby from you away 
I heard a voice cry in the deep 
Come join me baby in my endless sleep 

[Skooz]

And sometimes when we touch ....

Uuuugghhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

Early 1978.
Joni Dinwiddie.

[Slings and Arrows]

My baloney has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R...

My reactor has a first name,
It's N-A-V-A-L.
My reactor has a second name,
It's classified as hell.

Oh, I like to SCRAM it every day,
And if you ask me why I'll say:
"'Cause radiation has a way
Of rearranging DNA!"

[Revolting cat!]

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

[Fierce Allegiance]

Well, we were just another band out of Boston
On the road to try to make ends meet
Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars
And we practiced right on out in the street
No, we didn't have much money
We barely made enough to survive
But when we got up on stage and got ready to play
People came alive.

[SubSailor]

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts

[Chancellor Palpatine]

The first concert I ever went to was a megashow by Boston on their first album tour - and IIRC, they led off with that.

[Hatteras]

From www.HenryGross.com:

The Story of "Shannon"
When I was twenty-one years old a wonderful girl came into my life by the name of Kathy Reinmann. As if having her in my life as a friend, a wife and a friend again for the next twenty three years, until she died of lung cancer five years ago this coming August, was not enough, she brought along with her into my heart her two year old Irish Setter, Shannon. She was an uncannily human dog whose ability to manipulate her human counterparts cannot be understated. I was touring around the country quite a lot in 1975 promoting an album called HENRY GROSS, the one with the yellow cover on A&M Records. I had the pleasure of doing long strings of dates with a group whose music always inspired me, The Beach Boys. Carl Wilson, arguably the finest solo voice in the group, was warm and welcoming from the very first show I played with them on a freezing cold day at the University of New Hampshire. After getting to know each other we realized we shared a love for much of the same music and a passion for fine vintage guitars. On a break from touring, while I was in Los Angeles, Carl invited me to his house to spend a day talking guitars, cars and rock & roll. While he was preparing lunch his two Alaskan husky dogs reached up on the counter and inhaled our food. I told Carl, while admiring the military perfection of the raid executed by his huskies, that I had an Irish Setter at home named Shannon. He was quite moved as he told me that he had an Irish Setter named Shannon that had been killed only recently when hit by a car. We spent the rest of the day jamming and driving around Carl's world which as a friend and to be honest a Beach Boy's fanatic was a thrill.

When I returned to New York City, where I lived, I began work on my second A&M album, PLUG ME INTO SOMETHING. A few weeks later just as we were about to master the finished album I was sitting on my bed with Shannon strumming my guitar trying to write a song when I was disturbed by the loud bass sounds from the Latin music blasting from the apartment above me. Rather than complain I made an amazing discovery. If I tried to play records of my own choice I could drown out the intrusive bass sounds but was unable to concentrate. But I found that when I played an environments record called "The Ultimate Seashore" I could drown out the bass and have a pleasing and relaxing background sound that didn't interfere with my writing. In a matter of minutes with the ocean sounds guiding me, and my 1964 Gibson Hummingbird acoustic in my hands, my thoughts drifted to Carl, The Beach Boys and with a glance at my girl Shannon, the indescribable sadness that losing such a beloved partner in life must be. The song seemed to write itself taking no more than ten minutes and with almost no cross outs on the paper. I made a tape of it on my giant Sony cassette recorder and sent it off to Carl. I was hoping to stop the presses and record it for PLUG ME INTO SOMETHING which Carl had already sung on, adding background vocals to the opening song, ONE MORE TOMORROW, but it was too late. I had to wait for the next album to record it. I always wished I could have had Carl sing backgrounds on SHANNON but conflicting schedules dictated it wasn't meant to be. I believed after it was recorded for my RELEASE album, that it was destined to be a hit and lobbied hard for it to be the first single. You see, the man upstairs who had played the loud Latin music, beginning the entire chain of events, came down when he heard me playing mixes over and over to decide which I liked. However, rather than hearing the expected complaints, he said he loved the sound of the record and wanted to know where he could buy a copy. I reasoned if a salsa music fan who spoke little English loved the record through the ceiling, Shannon, Kathy and I had a hit on our hands. Fortunately, history and lady luck proved me right. And that is the true story of the song SHANNON.

Sorry about the lack of paragraphs, I just copied it right over.

[Manic_Episode]

The Bugaloos
The Bugaloos
We're in the air and everywhere
Flyin' high
Flyin' loose
Flyin' free as a summer breeze Happy as a summer breeze
(Kazoo solo!!!)
The Bugaloos
The Bugaloos
We're in the air and everywhere!!!

[SubSailor]

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
come on sugar let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on honey tell me so
Tell me so baby

[Revolting cat!]

Lookin' for some hot stuff baby this evenin'
I need some hot stuff baby tonight
I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'
Gotta have some hot stuff
Gotta have some lovin' tonight
I need hot stuff
I want some hot stuff
I need some hot stuff

[SubSailor]

Okay, last one:

I just called to say I love you

I just called to say how much I care

I just called to say I love you

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

[Fierce Allegiance]

My first-ever concert too. Nothing has ever been able to compare.

[dfwgator]

Don't Break My Heart
My Achy-Breaky Heart