I had one part of one song running through my head the other day. It was the final line of Kander and Ebb’s “The Happy Time”:
I want to remember you remembering
The happy time …
Over and over. Nine hours of that one line.
The only way I could dislodge this earworm was to replace it with another one, so I set about deciding, in advance, what my next earworm would be. A song about earworms, maybe?
I know only one song that is about earworms, and it’s Sam’s Song:
… Nothin’ on your mind
And then you’ll find
you’re hummin’ Sam’s Song
Why, it makes you grin
Gets under your skin
as only a song can do …
Music and lyric by Lew Quadling and Jack Elliott, about whom I know nothing more than wikipedia is able to furnish. Which isn’t much.
Such a number must, of course, itself be an earworm to succeed, and Sam’s Song is pleasingly earwormy. Although Bing Crosby gave it a classy debut (backed by his son Gary), and Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr chewed the scenery with it, this is the best version:
If it’s now driving you mad, I’m sorry.