Hoo, boy.
As of recent, my personal earworm has been torturing me....
It's not even an entire song, just a ditty.
Imagine waking up to a lazy summer afternoon, the rays of the sun gently slides through the gaps of the blind and hearing a voice in your head going:
HE'S YOUNG, HE'S FAST, HE'S THE CHOSEN ONE. AND WE'RE NOT BRAGGINNNG, HE'S THE AMERICAN DRAGONNNNNNNNN!
and that's it.
Just those two lines ad nauseam...
Evil.