Ear Worm

You know how when someone is whistling a tune or singing a song, inevitably that song will get stuck and go 'round and 'round inside your head. My dad has an uncanny knack for doing that to people. I'm usually the lucky recipient of his ear worms.

And these are not songs you want in your head, believe me. They're usually circa 1950 B-sides that were maybe played on the radio twice during their heyday. I can't begin to tell you how long it took me to get:

"Blue moon of Kentucky just-a keep on shinin'..."

or


"I don't care if it rains or freezes, long as I got my plastic Jesus..."

...out of my head. I have never heard the actual recording, nor do I care to, of another one of his favorites--Dungaree Doll:

Dungaree doll, dungaree doll, paint your initials on my jeans
So everyone in town will know we go around together, together, together
Dungaree doll, dungaree doll, paste my picture on your sleeve
so everyone can see that you belong to me, forever, forever, forever
I want you to wear my orange sweater
The beat up sweater with the high school letter
Gonna make a chain of paperclips
And chain us together while I kiss your lips
Dungaree doll, dungaree doll promise me you never will fall
For any other guy, tell me you are my
Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Doll


Dungaree doll, dungaree doll, paste my picture on your sleeve
so everyone can see that you belong to me, forever, forever, forever
I want you to wear my orange sweater
The beat up sweater with the high school letter
Gonna make a chain of paperclips
And chain us together while I kiss your lips
Dungaree doll, dungaree doll promise me you never will fall
For any other guy, tell me you are my
Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Doll
Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Doll

You can thank me later...