So my co-worker Christine des Garennes tells me that something she just typed reminds her of Wang Chung.
I curse to myself because now I know I will have it in my head, just like you do: Everybody, Wang Chung tonight!
We all have those moments when someone else plants a horrible song in our head and we cannot get rid of it.
What you need is a song sorbet. I have just such a song; I think of it and it clears my palate of the awful song that had been there and doesn’t last long itself.
I’ll happily share mine with you, but apparently it does not have the same cleansing effect for everyone.
But first, it seems to me, we must identify the worst song to have stuck in your head.
I’ll go first: The Night Chicago Died. Worst song ever. Although this album (photo from Amazon) has a close contender, too.