And it's not quite the tune in my head, but close enough. Not my favorites, but it does seem odd how very little Laurel and Hardy are around these days, consciousness-wise. "Dance of the Cuckoos."
Every morning — or just about — I wake up with some snatchlet of music in my head. Some days it may take well past lunch for the theme from "What's Happenin'?'" to work its way out and I figure why should I suffer alone?