Earworm

I’ve never cared for the term “earworm”, it makes me think of that Night Gallery episode with the earwig. That still gives me the creeps. No wonder, I was just shy of my sixth birthday when it aired, and that was some seriously scary, creepy stuff.

But anyway, I digress… For the past several weeks I’ve Had “Sloop John B” by the Beach Boys stuck in my head. I ordered “Pet Sounds” which is cool, it’s remastered and has the original mono tracks and the remastered (under Brian Wilson’s supervision) stereo versions, too. So, I’ve been able to listen to “Sloop John B” in mono, in stereo, over and over for days now, but still it’s stuck in my head. I’d bet money that as I drift off to sleep tonight it will be with strains of “Sloop John B” wafting through my head.

The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don’t they let me go home
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on

So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home

I shouldn’t complain, at least it’s a song that I really like. The worst is when you get some catchy tune that you despise stuck in your head… maybe they should call that an earwig!