Caught "Put on Your Sunday Clothes" from "Wall-E." I'll take post-apocalyptic cartoon robot matchmaking any day.
As opposed to Hollywood musical cartoon robot matchmaking, of course.
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?