In which a grouchy old man succcumbs to Lady Gaga's earworms →[More:]I
held out as long as I could. I thought I could
stop whenever I wanted.
But waiting for the microwave to finish brewing Mrs. B's tea just now, the earworm asserted its dominance. The noggin started bobbin' as I murmured
"... not gonna reach my telephone".
(ridiculously NSFW)
You win, Lady Gaga. You don't win fair... but you win.