Freebird, I watched that with the kids too. They couldn't get it out of their heads and sang it over and over. The only problem being, they couldn't remember all of the words. In steps me to the rescue....you'd be surprized how many new lyrics can be made to rhyme with snow.
Hi Burnout. Sorry to hear of your burnout. Unless, of course, you were burning out something you wanted to.
Well, I just got back from a Rickie Lee Jones concert. Man, was that good. A bit like seeing Billie Holliday, I thought. Her soul is exposed and seems to make me feel that way, too. A great artist and poet.
One of my fav songs of hers is Satellites. That is in my head.
Think twice, Megaloman. Sometimes you end up with a bunch of songs floating in your head; stuck there for days on end, just by reading this thread. Could be dangerous.
Here's one for you...Baby Phalon tells Hubs today that her CD was done, "Daddy, my song is over." Hubs in some kind of weird word association thing starts singing, "Please, Mister, please. Don't play B-17. It was our song, it was her song, and it's ooo-ver."
I'm sure Olivia fans, (are there any still?), are cringing everywhere.