Mambo Number Five

This song has been in my head since Hurricane Rita became a main topic of conversation. Why does my brain retain this useless information? Why can I not remember the name of the lady who sits behind me in church, but I know every lyric to this irritating song?

Join me now:

Ladies and gentleman
This is Mambo Number Five!

One, two, three-four-five!
Everybody in the car, so come on let's ride
To the liquor store around the corner (coh-nah)
The boys said he want some gin and juice
But I really don't wanna
Get a buzz like I had last week
I must stay me, cause talk is cheap.
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra, and Rita
And as they continue
You know they gettin' sweeter.
So what can I do?
I really thank you my Lord.
To me flirting is just like a sport
Anything fly, it's all good.
Let me jump in and send in the trumpet -

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita's all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I seek
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man.

Okay, I am not putting all the lyrics on here, but I want you to join me in mentally singing this song during every waking moment. I promise, the rewards are great!