Posted on 10/10/2001 7:36:20 AM PDT by Skooz
Someone please give me advice as to how I can get this horrid song out of my mind. I have always hated this song, and haven't heard it in years, but somewhere in the depths of my subconscious, it has hatched--like a delayed-action explosive device concocted in hell.
The song? "Long-Haired Lover From Liverpool" by Jimmie Osmond. This particular ditty was sprung on an unsuspecting world in the early 1970s. I hated it the first time I heard it ion the radio, and cannot stand it now. But, last week it just popped into my mind and it plays over and over. AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh!!!
Please what can I do to make it stop?
You don't mean "Abba," do you?
I was recently surprised when I accidentally came across the words to "Hail to the Chief" myself.
I thought, "Holy cow: there are words to this thing?"
I don't know about you but...
I'm just mad about Saffron, she's just mad about me...
Cheese Whiz under your armpits will enhance the effect.
And it could be worse. He could have Donny Osmond's "YoYo" stuck in his head. Ugh.
You're welcome.
"Punch, brothers, punch with care, punch in the presence of the pass-en-jar"....
I believe the key to getting rid of the torment was getting someone else to get the ditty into his or her head.....
Abba is light years, musically speaking, ahead of whoever did the Ooga-chucka version of "I Can't Stop This Feeling".
There was something in the air that night,
The stars were bright, Fernando...
Oh, man.
There's a candidate for Rush's "Grooveyard of Forgotten Hits" pre-show if ever there was one.
But probably not.
The rain has stopped.
The music won't.
You are doomed.
You should not have consumed the cheese.
(Hey, wuznt Frank kinda middle-eastern lookin?)
I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin' out
From your TV set
You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't got for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
That's right, folks..
Don't touch that dial
Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your livin'room floor
I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go
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