Ear worms.......

Don't confuse "Leader of the Pack" with "Terry"

LL, just for you then :- www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3jdbzMkfKw

Twinkle, twinkle little star, as sung by my adorable DGS, partly in English, partly in Italian with the odd Mandarin word chucked in for good measure is reverberating in my head....... I heard it at least 45 times yesterday, bless him

Llama llama see a llama!
Dare you to watch the llama song!

roses I have just had to dig out my favorite version of Blueberry Hill, by Fats Domino

Eeeeeeeek!

Or 'There's no one quite like Grandma...'

Here's a nice ear worm....... ' Grandad, Grandad, love you!'

'I can't forget him,the leader of the pack, brumm brumm!'

And a hula Hula skirt, and lives off fresh coconuts!
Ana, I was the same age as you in 1962 exactly,so unfortunately had heard this song many times,but not for a long time until I saw the YouTube clip.I chose my name as it was a favourite skipping rhyme, and I lived to skip at primary school.
Elegran I really love Blueberry Hill, I can hear Fats Waller singing it in my head now!I love the U.S. Southern accent so he sings 'apart' as 'oport' I wouldn't mind this ear worm all the time.

Did somebody mention red feathers?!? Noo!

I got rid of Ravel. Now I have Blueberry Hill in its place.

I'm not going to risk listening to it tonight.

The worst one is the llama llama song!

rosesarered Don't start me off again.

happily.

Thank you so much, janerowena.... how great to see those words after all these years! I will happy have both ears full of Linden Lea earworms for days and days now....

A relative is 64 this week so my current earworm is :
"When iI get older, loosing ... " i bet you're singing it now too .
NanaDenise - Little Bunny Foo Foo sounded so sweet but that cartoon link was horrid !

I love it. Got our singing group to do it once.

Within the woodlands, flow’ry gladed,
By the oak trees’ mossy moot,
The shining grass blades, timber-shaded,
Now do quiver underfoot;
And birds do whistle overhead,
And water’s bubbling in its bed,
And there, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

When leaves, that lately were a-springing
Now do fade within the copse,
And painted birds do hush their singing
Up upon the timber tops;
And brown-leaved fruit’s a-turning red,
In cloudless sunshine overhead,
With fruit for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

Let other folk make money faster
In the air of dark-roomed towns,
I don’t dread a peevish master;
Though no man do heed my frowns,
I be free to go abroad,
Or take again my homeward road
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

I quite like earworms as they are preferrable to the worryworms which often haunt me. For a few days now I've got Linden Lea,- ever since we mentioned it in another thread recently, - I'm trying to remember the words.

Thank you (not) Phoenix Now I can't get rid of Ravel with rats.

It was a big hit in 1962, roses - if you've never heard it before perhaps you're a younger-than-me GNetter! (I was only 11 at the time)

Brum, brrrrum, DustyAngel

Thanks Ana I braced myself....... But not enough for that YouTube clip!I needed a brandy.