I've found that some of the worst earworms can be successfully combatted through high-quality parody. I've had no fear of 'Small World' since learning the Niven-inspired parody (which has more verses, but they're earlier in the song, obviously) back in college.
I also learned a very fine parody of 'Danny Boy' at about the same time, and need not tremble in fear of that particular piece of vileness either.
Ah, yes -- That Song, beloved of Americans who think they're Irish, featuring lyrics written by a Brit who was thinking of Scotland.
The following lyrics actually do originate in Ireland:
Our Morris Miner's running out of petrol; The bomb is set to go at half past five; It's quarter past, and we're stuck here in traffic -- I doubt that we'll get out of this alive.
The IRA have really blown it this time -- This time I fear we've spread ourselves too thin; And when the bobbies come to clear the wreckage On every Ulster face there'll be a narsty grin.
I'm not sure who P. F. Tompkins is, but as someone who takes the Irish slice of my heritage reasonably seriously (enough to learn what the songs are about), I loathe 'Danny Boy' and absolutely will not sing it or willingly listen to it.
I don't remember if you've ever looked at any of my Macfic, but my first novella was set in Belfast, in 1986, and some of the research sources I used are musical.
ETA: And I'll stop being a soapboxing snot now. ;-) ETA2: For the moment.
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I also learned a very fine parody of 'Danny Boy' at about the same time, and need not tremble in fear of that particular piece of vileness either.
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featuring
the Swedish Chef as Sam
Animal as Jack and
Beaker as Teal'c,
all wearing Ascended Sweaters
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The following lyrics actually do originate in Ireland:
Our Morris Miner's running out of petrol;
The bomb is set to go at half past five;
It's quarter past, and we're stuck here in traffic --
I doubt that we'll get out of this alive.
The IRA have really blown it this time --
This time I fear we've spread ourselves too thin;
And when the bobbies come to clear the wreckage
On every Ulster face there'll be a narsty grin.
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That Bar that Banned Danny Boy
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I don't remember if you've ever looked at any of my Macfic, but my first novella was set in Belfast, in 1986, and some of the research sources I used are musical.
ETA: And I'll stop being a soapboxing snot now. ;-)
ETA2: For the moment.
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Apparently, that set's in better packaging than this one.
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