Straight from my hairy O there’s
Biscuits in the gyro

Every time you go away
You take a piece of meat with you

I've sang that one before.

Baby, you're all that I want
When you're lying here in my arms
I'm finding it hard to believe
You're eleven

oof
one for the '70s rock stars

Juke Box Hero but now it goes:

Mock! Duck! Gyro!
With star anise fries!

Put me in coach
I'm ready to fly... today
Look at me
Gotta be... center seat

Heard Steve Perry's 'Oh Sherrie' on the radio not so long ago, and I was reminded of another favorite.

Oh Sherrie
Our love
Palm fronds!
Palm fronds!

"Come on home, girl," he said with a smile
"You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, I'm a magic yam!"

Netflix is pushing an improbably-titled docuseries. I doubt I’ll watch it, but my idiot mind is singing:

Scooby D.B. Coo (per)
Where are you?
You got some time to do now

When I was around 10-13 years old I got the Proclaimers song in my head from some commercial, and for some reason I used to sing it to myself as:

I would walk 500 miles
and I would walk 500 more
just to be the guy to walk a thousand miles
on account of your dumb ass

somehow in my brain the line "If you like making love at midnight" line from the pina colada song became "if you like drinking blood at midnight" and I aspire to modify the entire song to be about vampires. Still some gaps to fill, but it will eventually work itself out.

If you like sleeping in coffins
And sucking jugular veins...

If you like drinking blood at midnight
and wearing cool satin capes

and so forth.