Yes, Drugs In My Pocket by The Monks. I have no clue why it suddenly popped into my head. All. Day. Long. Maybe I need some.
Yesterday, it was this little ditty:
I Just Want To Be Your Everything by Andy Gibb and his amazing chiclets. Why would my brain do this to me? Did I give a little more than I was asking for so my love turned the key?
Today was the strangest, because I'm really not a fan of the Beach Boys. Especially not a fan of Help Me Rhonda.
Help me Rhonda, yeah. Get this outta my head.