I am tone deaf. People who know me well ask me not to sing. However, that doesn't prevent songs from getting stuck in my head, and neither does not knowing the lyrics either. My brain just fills in the missing words with "blah" and "something" and Hmm", etc.
Unfortunately, it seems ThePinkThing has inherited my (lack-of) voice (the poor thing). But she likes to sing, and she sings with enthusiasm. And right now it's cute. Anyway, I am not the one to answer any type of musical question. Yesterday morning, while putting her snack in one of the pockets of TPT's backpack, I noticed a note from her kindergarten teacher. It asked TPT to provide a song or title of a song to get the class energized for a big reading test. Here is our conversation on this topic:
Neurondoc: What is this about you bringing in a song?
ThePinkThing: Mrs. S. says I am supposed to bring in a song for the reading test.
ND (to whom this whole thing is completely new, including the reading test): When is the reading test?
TPT: I don't know.
ND: You don't know? Is it today?
ND: Well, we better get a song for you then.
TPT: What song should I bring?
ND: I don't know. (wracking brain) How about "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"?
TPT (said in tones of disgust): Mommy, that's for babies.
ND: Oh. Um, how about "Old MacDonald" then?
TPT (now annoyed): NO!
ND: Then you pick a song.
TPT (after some cogitation): How about "The Macarena"?
ND (thinking: aaargh, I hate that song, now it'll be stuck in my head): Fine. Here, you write it out on the paper and don't forget to tell Mrs. S. about it.
As I said, I hate that song. It is one of those songs that I don't know the lyrics to, but it gets stuck in my head anyway. Endlessly. Then it leaves, but comes back again at any opportunity. "Macaroni" you say. My brain translates that into "The Macarena". Aaargh. (I'll have you know it's still in there from yesterday morning because of the above conversation.) And, of course, TPT loves that song and can perform the whole dance routine while (sort of) singing it.
I tried telling this story to some coworkers in the vain hope that the earworm will leave me and go to them. It didn't work. I am hoping that at least it got stuck in the kindergarten teacher's head, because it's all her fault it's in mine.
Maybe I've given it to you and it will get out of my head. And don't you dare offer me macaroni for dinner...