I have a new favorite song. It got inside my head recently and just keeps playing. If it gets inside your head, I bet it will keep playing there too, over and over and over.
It's about a word. Not just any word either, but the most remarkable word I've ever seen! Here's Big Bird from Sesame Street to sing it for you (3:58).
There. Now it's inside your head.
Ha! I see your Big Bird and raise you . . . A Count!
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(Don't worry, nothing dodgy)
Let this one get into its swing, it really picks up in the middle.
I am still in my first childhood. Never got a passing grade in it. and am happy to repeat it forever.
ReplyDeleteYou may not have noticed this but coincidentally there is a remarkable facial resemblance between your good self and Big Bird. I look forward to more "second childhood" posts. Perhaps we can swap some G.I.Joe gear (UK: Action Man).
ReplyDeleteAaargh! The earworm epidemic is spreading.
ReplyDeleteFascinating, Bob. Do you sing along with it in your car as you travel, listening to it on a CD? Interesting taste in music. As far as Sesame Street characters, I prefer Grover as he discusses the difference between NEAR....and............................FAR!
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Enjoy!
To All Who Commented, I am lumping you together into this one-size-fits-all response today. I loved them all (your comments) except, of course, Yorkshire Pudding's. I loved the clips too. The Count seems particularly Dracula-like, Michelle, positively Transylvanian, if that is not a contradiction in terms; and Grover seems particularly, well, Groverish, Pam. Since I never cared for the Cookie Monster, I am happy that no one included him. Sue, no one ever gets a passing grade in childhood, but Flannery O'Connor once wrote that anyone who survives childhood has enough material for a lifetime of writing (or something similar, I can't remember the exact quote). Finally, Ian, it's gratifying to know that the earworm epidemic has now spread across the pond.
ReplyDeleteI was certain I had commented on this. I have the cure for an earworm. You ust sing the song to someone else. The earworm becomes their problem and you are free.
ReplyDeleteEmma, you're right! I never realized it before. It isn't enough to tell someone; you have to sing it -- out loud!
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