I've had this song bouncing around the cavernous confines of my brain ever since a shopping trip to WalMart last Monday (...and no, I do not have any moral qualms about shopping at Walmart.). As I was walking through the toy section with Bowden-bose I heard the following:
"No, I don't want no scrub-
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me-
Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride
Trying to holler at me."
Over and over and over again I have been singing that part, and just that part, for the past few days. It was the first thing that rose to the surface in my fuzzy brain this morning as I woke up, I sang it in the shower, on the walk down to the office, and even now as I type this post. I can't shake it.
Sarah has a theory that if you are able to sing the song in its entirety it will break the spell and you can banish it from your head forever. So far that has only added the following stanza to my reptitious repertoire:
"A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fine-
Also known as a busta!"
In Sarah's defense though I have not yet successfully sang the song all the way through. Maybe I should try that right now. I will google the lyrics. What is the song's title? ... and what evil sorceress of a singer conjured that mix of lyrics and melody to so bedevil my fevered mental wanderings? I need these answers to successfully google the lyrics. Sounds like a job for Dora the Explorer and her cousin Diego. "First over the Lollipop bridge, then through the kite forest, then under the railroad tracks, and then we find the lyrics and save Josh from going INSANE! Hooray!"
Does anybody out there in the blogosphere have any tips on how to remove an undesireable song from your head?
LAKE CHAMPLAIN
THOSE WHO LIVE IN VERMONT, AS ME AND MINE DO, HOLD THE EASTERN SHORE IS THE BETTER OF THE TWO, BUT EVEN WE CONCEDE NEW YORKERS HAVE THE BETTER VIEW
8 comments:
"Scrub"--TLC
No--I don't want your number
No--I don't wanna give you mine
That's all I can remember now--
Also spawned the briefly popular reply "No Pigeons" by the Sporty Thievz (spelling?)
Mike
"The Dirty Clergy"
Cuz. No offense. But I think the surface of your fuzzy brain needs a shave.
And if that doesn't work... find an equally frustratingly catchy song and sing it. Example. "Who let the dogs out?" or "YMCA."
Incidently, that kind of tune is called an Earworm. hmmm. maybe that image will banish that song.
WHO is smoking WHAT while writing the plot-lines for Dora the Explorer?
And as for your remedy, the only way to successfully rid yourself of the first song, is to implant a second, and the cycle is vicious. No real cure.
i really like no scrubs. if josh had asked me, I could have told him that T-Boz, Chili and Left-Eye Lisa (R.I.P.) sang this song. I do know pretty much all of the words, too.
humph. I get no respect, me and my pal Rodney.
Chinese food buffet.
The soundtrack in there - the orient equivalent of jazz - has no discernable pattern but is still very much background noise...a mental primer.
It will drive out scrubs and replace it with beautiful nothingness upon which you can begin to rebuild.
Like a detox diet for your mind, while still filling your stomach with ricy and shrimpy goodness.
EVERYBODY wins...
Except the shrimp.
Steve Maxon, ladies and gentlemen
prince's "purple rain" always works for me for some reason. it's not all that catchy, so it sweeps out the pest without staying too long itself. kinda bizarre, but it's worked since the eighties.
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