I don't want to talk about it. Maggie was trying to distract me with "The Young New Mexican Puppeteer," but even Tom Jones can't dislodge the Eagles.
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?