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Drat! I'm stuck in an endless loop again. Another tune is being a pox (epoxy) on my life.
And wouldn't you know, its one that I can't remember the title of.
Everytime I let my guard down, there it is, singing in my cerebellum. Over and over.
Here,...see if you can get it.
It goes like this:
Daaaa...da..dum..dee...daaaaaaah,....dah. Dah deeee dumm dummmmmmmmmm, pah tooo, dee dum.
Then the chorus: deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....deeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....harumph...harumph...de daaa.
And the singer, I think its female, sings the words:
And youuuuu, frammmmbolll-eee trobbbbble, (something, something) for freeeee.
You know what it is, done-cha?
God, I'm sick of it.
Help.
And wouldn't you know, its one that I can't remember the title of.
Everytime I let my guard down, there it is, singing in my cerebellum. Over and over.
Here,...see if you can get it.
It goes like this:
Daaaa...da..dum..dee...daaaaaaah,....dah. Dah deeee dumm dummmmmmmmmm, pah tooo, dee dum.
Then the chorus: deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....deeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....harumph...harumph...de daaa.
And the singer, I think its female, sings the words:
And youuuuu, frammmmbolll-eee trobbbbble, (something, something) for freeeee.
You know what it is, done-cha?
God, I'm sick of it.
Help.