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I get up Friday morning and I'm singing a songBut realize to my surprise there's something seriously wrong'Cause my brain does a loop when it gets to the endI hear a verse, then a chorus, then it starts right up againI sing it in the shower and then when I dry my hairI look sexy when I sing it in my worn out underwearThe song's still going strong as I'm putting on my new suitAt breakfast when I sang I nearly choked on a Froot LoopFinally it fades away as I prepare to leaveI breathe a sigh of relief, my brain is finally at easeI get in my car, turn the key, and away we goAnd guess what song is playing on the radioI get to work and I see my buddy CraigBut he backs away and looks at me as if I've got the plague'Cause I'm singing out loud I'm the dancing queenYoung and sweet, only seventeen[chorus]Oompa loompa doopity doo (Make it stop!)I'm going to do something awful to you (Make it stop!)Oompa loompa doopity dee (Dear God make it stop!)Because of what this song is doing to meOompa loompa doopity doo (It's still going!)This song will never stop bothering you (Please help...)Oompa loompa doopity dee (I can't take it...)You'll be singing this for all eternity (Noo (cry))Letras de cancionesDon't get me wrong, yo, I love a catchy songBut some tracks are real annoying when they make you sing alongMalicious song writers know it's mind controlSpending publishing advances while it's voodoo on your soulMaybe Katy Perry's very scary there she goes again sincerelyMaking everybody wary of dark magic that she carriesThis teenage dream is in fact a teenage nightmareBruno Mars singin' bars in your head for like nine yearsUnless you hang a pentagram, sacrifice a Bieber fanMajor labels doin' damage, save yourself and even thenEvery song you've ever loved, every ad you've ever heardEarworm's all up in your brain, doing damage it's absurdIndie bands too, these pop charts are no liarsIt's a vampire weekend, the arcade is on fireDemonic pentatonic I'm on it I want it outCalculated melodies, something I can do withoutDevo Spice and MC Lars, we so nice we undergroundWorkin' on a clever sound, better rhymes are never foundI said it before and I'll say it againThe mainstream is wack, thank God he and I are friends, like(chorus)Will someone please explain why my brain tends to crashAnd repeat the same refrain like a record with a scratchThankfully it's just me who gets to hear the song's persistenceOtherwise ASCAP would likely sue me out of existenceIt's called an earworm when the song goes on and onBecause it burrows into your brain like the Wrath Of KahnEven songs that you enjoy become annoying over timeI've even started to hate a few songs of mine!Lars: "Yeah, me too." Devo: "What?" Lars: "Never mind, dude." AnywayI'm still hummin' that same dumb song from yesterdayI wanna cry, will someone please explain to me whyI'm singing Jingle Bell Rock through the middle of JulySo now I'm getting desperate, this is driving me insaneIt's like the song is trying to burrow a hole into my brainI've got to get it out before my cerebellum warpsSo now my only recourse is Cannibal CorpseKill the freakin' Oompa Loompas, DIE!...(blend to)Ahh, that's better. From Letras Mania