musically declined

The week before we went to California, I had the song “Do You Know the Way to San Jose?” stuck in my head. Since we were flying into San Jose, I got that. I didn’t like it, but I got it. The same with the song from the roadrunner after I spotted the coyote in the yard. But how the hell did I end up with Delta Dawn stuck in my head? I’d really like to know where that stuff comes from. I accused Pete of having a random old-person station on his alarm, he denies this of course. (He uses the clock radio – I use the cell phone alarm, cause I’m so much cooler.) So. Delta Dawn. What’s that flower you’ve got on? Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? And did I hear you say…? Ugh.