Hearing The Macarena thumping from the spin class studio while I was changing after my workout was probably more than sufficient to embed that song in my head for the rest of the day. Just in case that wasn't going to do the trick, however, the trio of preteen girls who came rushing in from the pool had it covered. Have you ever heard this ever-so-clever alternate version?
(Sing it in your head to the tune of Macarena, of course)
Hamburger, cheeseburger, lettuce and tomato
Hamburger, cheeseburger, lettuce and tomato
Hamburger, cheeseburger, lettuce and tomato
Pleeeease pass the ketchup.
Yeah, that pretty much guarantees it'll be stuck there for the next three to four hours. I love my brain sometimes. And for sharing the pain with all of you? You're welcome.
More later, perhaps. (And by "more," I do not mean more mind-numbing dance hits of the past decade. Surely I can come up with something else to ramble on about instead. We shall see, I suppose.)
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5 comments:
Ha!!!!! Awesome.
Oh, wait. Now it's stuck in my head. GREATTTT. This is worse than any Rick Astley song with which I might have cursed the blogworld.
Oh, you are wicked for spreading that! I'm going to schedule a lobotomy, stat.
I'm sorry; I'm sorry. I knew it was evil to infect others with this as well, but somehow I just couldn't help myself.
Yes, GG, you can consider this payback for the Rick Astley earworm last week. Nabbalicious, I really had nothing against you... except maybe a need to retaliate for the sharing of the leg wound photos or the creepy doll pic in your headerbar?? Take your pick. :-)
Oh, all right. You do have a point there!
You know the worst part, in order to sing it in my head I had to go to the Macarena? Darn! Thanks a lot, and you want to know what's even worst? As I sang your version I was seeing myself doing the dance! AAAArrrggghhhhh!!!
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