@uberbatman GAH! That’s the worst earworm of all time!
I have a long and tumultuous history with “Paradise by the Dashboard Light.” The first time I ever heard it was stuck in some especially terrible rush hour traffic on the way to work, hopelessly late and with no way out. The only thing on the air is this fratty, sophomoric talk show host who laughs like a donkey, and the local classic rock station. I was hung over as all get out and moving about two feet every ten minutes, and the only choices were silence (and the pounding in my own head), the braying donkey idiot and his even stupider guest talking about celebrity side boobs, or… this.
So I’m listening to it, and kind of distractedly bopping my head along. The song sort of sneaks up on you, how terrible it is. By the time you get to “Let me sleep awwwwwnnn ayyyyyt, baybeh baybeh,” it’s too late. The song is firmly lodged in the metaphorical rectum of your brain. I turned the radio off and the voices persisted. Boy, did they persist. My skull had turned into a madman’s echo chamber. By the end, I was actively rooting for them to drive the car off a cliff, or into a lake, or something. The fact that they hate each other by the end of the song is a small consolation.
Years later I was ranting about this song to my dad and he said, offhand, “oh, your mom and I used to listen to that in the car when we were in college. It was our song.” It’s a song about two idiots having sex in a car. I was born right after they dropped out of college. FML.
Nowadays, we listen to the local classic rock station all day, every day at my workplace. People used to have a say in the music, but it literally resulted in a physical fight between two employees a couple years ago, and it’s been this station ever since. So now we have 70’s themed musical totalitarianism. Only, some chucklehead over there really likes Meatloaf, and they play this shit about ten times a day. Meanwhile, there are many genuinely awesome songs like Moondance, Witchy Woman, Voodoo Child, or Nights in White Satin, which are in the rotation… about once a year.
I would bang my head on the keyboard a couple times and put myself out of this misery. Only, I’m pretty sure there’s a soundtrack in hell…