Thanks to Rachel's begging me to buy the sheet music for the Wizard of Oz during our latest foray to the music store, I seem to be permanently afflicted with this particular earworm (the first 30 seconds will suffice):
Misery loves company, you know...
[Oh, and Diana reminded me that I am supposed to remind you to vote. I guess I was so busy banging my head against the wall in a desperate attempt to get these voices out of my head, I forgot about the contest.. Thank you, Diana.]