Don’t you just hate it when you’ve got a song running through your head and you HATE the song? You hate the song and you don’t understand why you can’t stop humming it, and even singing along to it? You hate the song and hadn’t thought of it in years and you don’t know why you suddenly started thinking about it?

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone. . . . .

Where do these songs come from, that we find ourselves for no reasonable reason humming and thinking about?

Why is it always a stupid song you’re embarassed to admit you even knew at one time?

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone. . . . .

Why is it never something classical, or cool? Nooo, it’s always something you HATE.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone. . . . .

It’s never even a song you can confess your hatred of to a friend, because then the friend would know you know this song.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone. . . . .

And another thing: Why aren’t Yellow Cabs yellow? They used to be yellow. Hence the name. But now they are white. Yellow Cabs are white. This makes no sense to me. If they’re going to buy white cars they should change their name.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone. . . . . .

Why weren’t there any Three Musketeer bars in the vending machine at the college tonight? There are always Three Musketeer bars. Who ate my Three Musketeer bars? There were plenty of Snickers bars left, but much as I love those, I don’t like to pick peanuts out of my teeth while I’m teaching.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone. . . . .

And then I remembered the video my son showed me a few weeks ago online. It was playing that song. THAT SONG.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone. . . . .

And in the video, the song drove people to scream and yell and go berserk and kill each other.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone. . . .

Sounds like a plan.