I wake up every morning with some random song stuck in my head.

Every.  Single.  Morning.

This morning’s tune was “Turn Me Loose” by Loverboy.  Don’t ask me why it popped in to my head or, more importantly, why I can’t get rid of it.  It’s one of those great mysteries of life.  I’m notorious for planting earworms.  What’s an earworm?  It’s where you sing, whistle, hum or la-la a few bars of a familiar tune.  Suddenly, everyone within earshot has that particular tune seared in to THEIR brain.

It infuriates a lot of my friends.  They think I’m doing it on purpose.   9 out of 10 times I’m not.  But it’s like that Gloria Estefan song, “The Rhythm is Gonna Getcha'”.

For the last month, without fail, I’ve been playing Lady GaGa’s “Paparazzi” in my fitness classes.  Every time the chorus kicks in, I sing the Paparazzi lyric and replace it with my name.   (I’m your biggest fan … I’ll follow you until you love me … Michael … Mic-hael Mac-kie.) It fits perfectly.  Days later people will come up to me and say, “Damn you, I can’t hear that tune without singing your name.  You bastard!”  Ahh, the power of subliminal thinking.   Or suggestive placement.  Whichever.

I’m not musically inclined in the slightest.  And Lord knows I can barely carry a tune.  And, yet, I’m forever humming something under my breath.  (Right now I’m humming that stupid Gloria Estefan song I mentioned earlier.  That’s problematic … and it’ll be a BITCH to get rid of too.)

What tune do you carry around with you 24/7?  It happens … even to the best of us.