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Humor: Rock lyrics have taken over my brain

More evidence of Creationism. How else to explain how the slightest exposure to the most inane lyrics produces a flawless memory?

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Steve Clifford • Feb 6, 2025

Feb 6, 2018

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               <p>By <a href="/author/s-clifford-comcast-net/">Steve Clifford</a></p> 
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            <p>More evidence of Creationism. How else to explain how the slightest exposure to the most inane lyrics produces a flawless memory?</p><p><b>I can'êt find my car keys,</b> but I remember the lyrics to The Witch Doctor:</p><p><i>I told the witch doctor I was in love with you</i><br><i>  I told the witch doctor you didn't love me too</i><br><i>  And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do</i><br><i>  He said that ....</i></p><p>Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang<br>  Walla Walla, bing bang<br>  Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang<br>  Walla Walla, bing bang...</p><p>Rock lyrics occupy 83.6 percent of my memory capacity. Last month I read a biography of Ivar Kreuger, a history of Napoleon'ês Egyptian campaign, and a book on probability.  I can'êt recall a thing about any of them.  But I'êm a whiz on Short Shorts.  Try me:</p><p>Question: Who wears short shorts?</p><p>Answer: We wear short shorts</p><p>"Short Shorts," by the Royal Teens, challenged "The Witch Doctor," by David Seville, for the accolade of Most Inane and Loathsome Song of the Twentieth Century.  I immediately switched stations when either was played. In their entirety, I heard them maybe than four times.  Yet I still remember every word of both:</p><p><i>They're such short shorts</i><br><i>  We like short shorts  </i><br><i>  Who wears short shorts</i><br><i>  We wear short shorts</i></p><p>And:</p><p>I told the witch doctor you didn't love me true<br>  I told the witch doctor you didn't love me nice<br>  And then the witch doctor, he game me this advice<br>  He said to ...</p><p>Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang<br>  Walla Walla, bing bang<br>  Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang<br>  Walla Walla, bing bang...</p><p><b>Memory of rock lyrics may be proof of creationism.</b>  A Creator may have wanted to bless us with the ability to memorize interminable verses of hymns. Evolution, alone, could not produce a superb memory for rock lyrics.</p><p>Perhaps the capacity to remember 'êOoo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla Walla, bing bang'ê was useful to ancestors who lacked language and swung from trees.    But what is gained, today, by allocating precious memory cells to the knowledge that one of the Shangri-La's met the Leader of the Pack at the candy store? Or that Teen Angel was grasping a High School ring when hit by a train? Or that all the cats and chicks can get their kicks at the hop?</p><p>In the last three days alone, I have forgotten:</p><ul><li>The name of that couple, you know the one I mean, he used to work for Microsoft and she'ês a lawyer.</li><li>Over a takeout double, cue bid the opponents' suit with 11 or more points.</li><li>To take boiling eggs off the stove before watching the seventh game of the NBA finals.</li><li>To mail an estimated tax payment already four days late.</li><li>The purpose for which I entered a room.  This happened often.  I can'êt remember how many times.</li><li>The correct pronunciation of 'êneologism'ê is nee-AHL-uh-jiz'êm, not nee-uh-LOH-jiz'êm.</li><li>Whether Spring Street is north or south of Seneca Street.</li><li>Innumerable requests by my wife.</li><li>A dental appointment (though I may have repressed rather than forgotten this).</li><li>How long the Thirty Years' War lasted.</li></ul><p>Why do I forget? Because I am out of disc space.  My brain is filled with more important facts, such as:</p><ul><li>Old New York was once New Amsterdam.</li><li>If you'êve a date in Constantinople, she'êll be waiting in Istanbul.</li><li>Why did Constantinople get the works?  That's nobody's business but the Turks.</li></ul><p>It is very frustrating.  Sometimes, I want to holler, 'êOoo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla Walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla Walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla Walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla Walla, bing bang....'ê</p>
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By Steve Clifford