Little boy, you're a man - little man, you're a king

The Germans have a special word for a song that gets stuck in your head; they call it an "ear worm," which is one of my favorite expressions ever, much better than "a song that gets stuck in your head."

I mention it because I've been going back and forth between two ear worms in the course of the past week. One of them is the opening dance number to West Side Story - I alluded to it in a conversation, and suddenly I had the Jets leaping about in my head.

The other is the new(ish) Scissors Sisters single, "She's My Man," a song I really like but can never remember the words to, so the snippit in my head begins with the last part of a sentence before the inner diva starts to bellow out the chorus: . . . "backseat of her riverboat 'cause SHE'S MY MAN . . . "

This is probably how surreal art is created - smash the two songs together, and you get gang members doing ballet on a boat in the middle of the river.