With a Song in My Head
Do you ever have a song go through your head, and you have no idea why that song and why on Earth that song now?
Just the other day this song and these few words of it popped into my mind and they simply won’t leave me alone!
Toreadora, don’t spit on the floora
(several lines of tune without words)
Use the cuspidora
(several more lines of tune without words)
The words and tune keep blasting away without cease.
The tune is from the opera Carmen. Some wit had fun making up these childish words! Where or when did I hear these words that are stuck in my head? What are the real words, I have no idea
And what does this mean? Why this song? Why now?
Let me ask you, What song is simply is running through your head right now?
Do you mind if I give you mine? At this point, I will gladly trade with you. Actually, you don't have to give me anything in return. Here, take these words and this tune:
Toreadora, don’t spit on the floora
(several lines of tune without words)
Use the cuspidora
(several more lines of tune without words)
Please start humming this tune and maybe I won't have to anymore.
Comments
Conductor, when you receive a fare,
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
A blue trip slip for an eight-cent fare,
A buff trip slip for a six-cent fare,
A pink trip slip for a three-cent fare,
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
CHORUS
Punch, brothers! punch with care!
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
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Oh toreadora etc. Does that Help? Yes i have had it and have it now. OH Toreadora================== Thank you Gloria. I wonder who I am thinking of today Live Jack
Jack, thank you for trying to remove it from me!
Jochen, your song is so funny!
Fortunately, I do not know the tune, so it won't haunt me. I can see, however, that this is a hard one to get away from.
Just think, the thousands of people who come to this blog now who do know this tune won’t be able to get it out of their heads. There will be an epidemic. In elevators – everywhere – people will be madly humming this song you posted here.
I am sure, however, it has to be better than the one that started coming this morning: have, though, this morning “Billy Boy, Billy Boy, can you bake a cherry pie, charming Billy?... I can bake a cherry pie, but I am a young thing and cannot leave my mother.”