Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for February 15, 2024

I wonder if it would still work on someone who never heard that song.

I know how to counter this: Video game music!

At least it’s not a song from Shakespeare’s failed music career.

I don’t know that song. I worry about looking it up, listening to it, and getting it stuck in my head, though.

Is it the Frogleap Studios version???

I think I will just listen to Petula Clark’s Down town!

I like the last panel!

Movies with “Curse” in the title have included “Curse of the Werewolf”. “The Curse of Frankenstein”, “Curse of the Mummy’s Tomb” and “Curse of the Pink Panther”. “Curse of the Ear Worm” could be a good movie.

Could have been something worse. Try “Spies Like Us” for two or three days.

YouTube searches for “Uptown Funk” will spike up today…

At least it’s not “Star Wars Trumpet” by Stacy Hedger..

At least it’s a good song and not, like, a commercial jingle or something.

So, or E.W. was cursed not too long ago, or the crabby unicorn heard a song from the distant future.

Sorry, but “Uptown Funk” just isn’t an earworm sort of song.

Then there’s always the Shari Lewis classic, “This is a song that doesn’t end…” which was designed to be an earworm.

But that’s a good song to have earwormed!

1-877-Kars4Kids,

K-A-R-S, Kars4Kids,

1-877-Kars4Kids,

Donate your car today!

That one came up on my YouTube algorithm the other day. Great song. Though today’s earworm is Talking Heads’ “Life During Wartime.”

Tom’s Diner. Doot doot doot.

Start singing “It’s a Small World” for about 20 seconds. That might break the curse.

Could be worse. Could have been that “Barbie Girl” song…

Death Or Glory by The Clash usually clears out any earworms for me.

I’ve heard of Uptown Funk, but, if I ever heard it, it didn’t make an impression on me.

“Punch, brothers, punch…”

Worst ear worm of all time… “867-5309”.

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch, who watches over yooooou…

My kids call me Professor Earworm sometimes… I have the ability to walk into a room whistling or humming a tune, then walk out, leaving its echo upon their lips.

I need to sleep before my brain decides to make me stay up untill five a.m.

Mm-bop…