Earworm

Have you ever thought of a song that you don't even like that much and then been unable to get it out of your head all day? I've done something even worse: mentally changed the lyrics to a song that already had fairly high earworm potential, and now I will think of it whenever I hear a certain word. This has been driving me insane, and, generous person that I am, I want to drive you insane too.

Do not read the rest of this post.


Really.


Seriously.


Click away now.


I mean it.


All right, it's on your own head. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Though I've tried before to ask her
Of the tax plans she has for us in her heart
Every single time I hear her
I just lose my lunch
As I've done from the start

Every other word she says is maverick,
Listening to her lies just makes me scream,
How could Johnny Mac have made this sad pick,
Please tell me it's all an awful dream

Do I have to tell the story
Of the thousand earmarks she went out to get
Or the famous Bridge to Nowhere
Don't want any island dwellers getting wet

Every other word she says is maverick,
Listening to her lies just makes me scream,
How could Johnny Mac have made this sad pick,
Please tell me it's all an awful dream

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her to explain again her maver-icky way
See, Alaska is near Russia
So she knows that foreign stuff
If she had to talk to Putin
She would sure talk tough enough

Every other word she says is maverick,
Listening to her lies just makes me scream,
How could Johnny Mac have made this sad pick,
Please tell me it's all an awful dream

Every other word she says
Every other word she says
maverick, maverick, maverick,
maverick, maverick, maaaaaaa-verick!