"Heat is on" stuck in my head again this morning for the 3426th time due to adjusting the thermostat on a chilly morning. Darn that Glen Frey, I curse you Axel Foley.
The "Heat is on" curse even trumps the 4 month period my first year of law school when I lived in a house with about ten people. I got "Copacabana" in my head somehow and the it went around the house for months as we reinfected each other like pink eye going around a college dorm. At least that song has Rico, diamonds, and a feather in her hair.
I curse you Axl Foley, I curse you Barry. I plague on your houses.