The Peanut Butter and the Jelly are musical people with music in their heart. They both love to sing and they both love to dance.
They love watching anything on TV with music… one of their new favorite movies is “Mary Poppins”… if it has music, they like it.
Henceforth lies the problem…
How many of you saw the musical episode of “Scrubs” a few weeks back with the stirring musical numbers “Everything Comes Down to Poo”, “Guy Love” and “Dominican Tango”?
Not a bad episode, and the musical numbers were catchy…
The problem is that is has become The PB & The J’s favorite show.
More so than Mickey’s Clubhouse or Handy Manny… they now want to watch the “singing doctor show.”
Every. Single. Minute.
Why is this a problem? Because now I have all of those songs stuck in my head.
From the top of your head, to the sole of your shoeWe can figure out what's wrong with yo—
Stop it...
Every. Single. One.
Sometimes you're better off not knowingI said stop it...
But this isn't one of those times
Your world's become a musical
And your doctors speak in—
I can’t shake them. No matter how much I listen to my iPod, no matter what I listen to on my iPod… I can’t shake them…
Let's face the facts about me and you
A love unspecified
Though I'm proud to call you Chocolate Bear
The crowd will always talk and stare
I really need to stop that, don’t I?
I’ve even tried replacing it with a colossally-annoying song-worm like The Wiggles or Dan Zane… but to no avail.
The thing is guys remember facts
Like what Derek Jeter hit last year, which was 3-oh-3!
And that is why our brains are maxed
And there's no room for things like birthdays or ethnicities
Son of a bit—
Help me. Please help me.
3 comments:
Have you tried singing "Higglytown heroes"? That will usually erase any other song.
Thank you. I now feel superior for NOT watching much television.
I love Scrubs so much.
That musical episode is a lot like the SNL Dick in a Box song...once I hear it......it's in my head.
"not gonna buy you a diamond ring....that kind of gift don't mean anything..." see there I go.
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