The Music in My Heart...is kind of bad

Everyone gets songs stuck in their head.  Well, I'm assuming that.  Maybe really smart, disciplined people don't get songs stuck in there head; maybe they will them out.  Or maybe they get a Bach concerto stuck in their head.  I get terrible songs by Pink and Bruno Mars stuck in my head.

It's not just that though, I recently realized that I pretty much have a running soundtrack in my head throughout the day depending on what I'm doing.

For example, if I mail a letter, I then have "Forever Young" by Rod Stewart stuck in my head, except I've changed the words to "Forever Stamp" because it works perfectly:  "Forever Stamp, Forever Stamp, Foooor-eeeee-ver Staaaaamp."

I bought Brad a book about being a dad called "Be Prepared," (which he has not read and which has not helped him prepare in any way), and every time I see it, I sing "Be Prepared" from Disney's "The Lion King."  You know the one- Scar sings it: 

"Be prepared for sensational news!  A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer." (Hyena, played by Whoopi Goldberg) "But where do we feature?" (Scar) "Just listen to teacher!  I know it sounds sorted but you'll be rewarded when at last I'm given my dues!"  

All that was from memory.  I did not Google any of that.

Pippy said that she does this sometimes too.  In the morning she sings a song about the days of the week that changes depending on the day it is:  "Today is Tuesday, today is Tuesday.  Tuesday wash day, Monday sooooup are you hungry brother? We wish the same to you!"  It is a terrible, nonsensical song from camp, and I can never remember what happens on what day.  I do not sing this song in the morning.

When I wake up, I sing the theme song to the 90's cartoon "Winnie the Pooh" that goes "Gotta get up, gotta get go'n, gonna meet a friend of mine!  He's round and he's fuzzy, I love him because he is POOH BEAR, WINNIE THE POOH BEAR!"  

I sing the whole thing, even the scary part about "when we're alone and there's nobody home, it's nice to be able to count on a friend, like POOH BEAR!"  Yes, that is in my head six days a week.

Only on Monday does it change to my Monday song, "Manic Monday", by The Bangles.  Which, let's just talk about this song for one second.  

So, she's obviously in this relationship with a deadbeat boyfriend who does not care for her wellbeing.  Why isn't he working?  Why does he only want to get down on Sunday night?  He could at least be supportive of her career if he's not going to work, especially when she has to work to feed the both of them and employment's down.  He should know that she just wants to watch TV, go to bed early and be depressed like everyone else on Sunday evenings.

I digress.

There are also songs for various situations involving the animals:
-"Stay, American Puppy" by Dave Matthews Band
-"If you are a kitty and your name is Saber, come on and give a meow" based loosely on the Rod Stewart song, "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?"  
-"Leave it, leave it- drop that ball Molly leave it!" of course by the incomparable Michael Jackson.

I know.  It's weird.  Does anyone else experience this?  Maybe I don't have enough to think about so I have to fill the void with meaningless song.  Or maybe I have too much to think about and this is an avoidance tactic.  

Either way, it's probably not a big deal.  Maybe I should just "try not to get worried, try not to turn on to problems that upset you...oooo!"  (JCSS, 1973.  Obviously.)