I Have a Foreign(er) Object in My Head

I find it odd how certain songs pop into one’s head. I mean it happens to me quite often. I t doesn’t have to be because of anything. Too often it is some obscure number, or even a song that I just hate. More often than not the tune will swirl through the labyrinth of my grey matter for hours upon end, but as the trite saying goes, “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.” Of course, if you don’t like lemonade you’re pretty much hosed, but I digress.

When a song pops into my head and takes longer to leave than it does to put James Brown and Anna Nicole Smith six feet under, I no longer get annoyed. I have a good time by changing the lyrics. For instance, yesterday, the old Foreigner song, “Hot Blooded” wormed its way into my mind. Hated the song many moons ago, and still hate it, but I worked with it. I thought perhaps it could make a good advertising jingle such as:

Hot Pockets, Nuke em’ and see
Burn your tongue on the scalding hot cheese
C’mon baby give the sausage a chance
Try Hot Pockets, Try Hot Pockets

Or, it could describe a medicinal drink:

Hot Toddys, Drink em’ and see
How your sore throat will soon be relieved
C’mon baby, give warm whiskey a chance
Drink Hot Toddys, Drink Hot Toddys.

Of course sometimes a song worm can be serendipitous. I remember having “Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is Dead” in my head the day that Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi got roasted, which of course led to this ditty:

Ding Dong Zarqawi’s Dead
A Bomb Exploded, On His Head
Ding Dong al-Zarqawi’s Dead

He Can’t Terrorize
Because He Has Been Vaporized
Ding Dong al-Zarqawi’s Dead

Baked Like An Ore-Ida
It’s tough to rhyme, with al-Qa’ida
Ding Dong al-Zarqawi’s Dead

So folks, next time an annoying tune gets lodged in your cerebral cortex, just have a good time with it. And just to give some practice I leave you with this:

Sky Rockets in flight, Afternoon Delight…Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh…Afternoon Delight

Cheers!!