Ear Worms or Whatever You Call Em.

[gypsy]

my earworms these days tend to come from children's television. the other day it was ernie singing "dance myself to sleep"

Well, I'm gettin' kinda drowsy

(Your sheep! Call them off, please! Hey!)

So the moment has come
To grab my rubber duckie

(Oooh, not outside! Please!)

While the sheep take my chum
Time to shuffle off to dreamland

(Not outside sheep! Errrrnie!)

Got a date to keep
We'll dance ourselves to sleep, oh yeah

[jah]

I've got "I've got that joy, joy feeling" stuck in my head as sung by the Flanders family.

[Pan]

I think I have an earworm playing for about 50% of my waking life. I'm far more likely to have jingles than songs playing.

Usually I can easily replace whatever I'm "listening to" (if I don't like it) with the DNA remix of Suzanne Vega's "Tom's Diner". Thankfully, I don't know all the words to that song.

However, the number one jingle in rotation (on top of my charts for the last 20 years) is...

(ahem)

Smurfberry Crunch is fun to eat!
A Smurfy, fruity, breakfast treat!
Made by Smurfs so happily,
It tastes like crunchy Smurfberries!
It's fun to eat and tasty too,
in berry red and Smurfy blue!

(To the tune of the Nutcracker Suite)

My family was actually a beta-tasting family for several cereals including Smurfberry Crunch and Honey & Nut Corn Flakes (the subsequent jingle fragment I remember includes: "Can you see 'em? NUTS! RIGHT ON THE FLAKES!"). Of course, the boxes were plain cardboard with no graphics and usually not even a name yet. So, as a kid, I loved Smurfberry Crunch long before I ever knew what it was called. Which might be why the jingle is #1 in my earworm rotation.

[straps]

I was just getting caught up on this thread. You bastards had to go to comercials. They are genetically designed to be earworms. Damn, now I've gotten to think about it, I'm gonna have this stuck in my head:

Wamplers, Wamplers, it's great sausage,
from the hills of Tennessee.
Don't say sausage, Just say Wamplers
for the best in qual-a-tee.

I think I don't have the lyrics quite right, which is another type of earworm all together (should have another clever name, like the radio thing). The first verse is something to do with sausage frying in a pan in a cabin in the woods, its the best in the land on a sunday morning, ooh its gonna be a long workday.

[Randall]

I was just getting caught up on this thread. You bastards had to go to comercials. They are genetically designed to be earworms. Damn, now I've gotten to think about it, I'm gonna have this stuck in my head:

Wamplers, Wamplers, it's great sausage,
from the hills of Tennessee.
Don't say sausage, Just say Wamplers
for the best in qual-a-tee.

I think I don't have the lyrics quite right, which is another type of earworm all together (should have another clever name, like the radio thing). The first verse is something to do with sausage frying in a pan in a cabin in the woods, its the best in the land on a sunday morning, ooh its gonna be a long workday.

I get that one every now and then. I'm glad someone else understands. I think it goes like this:

Wamplers, Wamplers, it's great sausage,
made right here in Tennessee.
Don't say sausage, Just say Wamplers
for the best in qual-i-tee.

Oh, and the end: "Take HOME a package of Tenn-e-ssee pride."

[jah]

I always thought it was "Wamplers, Wamplers, makes great sausage, down on a farm in Tennessee."

Shows what I know.

[jah]

ok, we've got to get a consensus on this Wamplers thing. The only thing worse than having an earworm is knowing that you have the lyrics wrong.

[Randall]

ok, we've got to get a consensus on this Wamplers thing. The only thing worse than having an earworm is knowing that you have the lyrics wrong.

The Wamplers' website doesn't help much, but it winks at you.

[Randall]

I get that one every now and then. I'm glad someone else understands. I think it goes like this:

Wamplers, Wamplers, it's great sausage,
made right here in Tennessee.
Don't say sausage, Just say Wamplers
for the best in qual-i-tee.

Oh, and the end: "Take HOME a package of Tenn-e-ssee pride."

My bad ... Tennessee Pride is an entirely different brand. How embarrassing. You can listen to their jingle on the site, though. As recorded by Pine Mountain Railroad.

[straps]

Yeah, I tried to do search on the song myself. It seems the people of Wamplers are regretfully letting a piece of music history fade away. But what the hell was the first verse of the long version of the comercial? It was something like:

Waking up on Sunday morning,
sausage frying in the pan,
something something something Wamplers
its the best in all the land

Friggin sausage songs.