We live in a time when almost anything is a lyric.
If you know enough classic rock, alt rock, golden oldies, country, hip hop, and rap, then there’s probably not a phrase that can get past you without putting a tune in your head.
I don’t think that used to happen in Mozart’s day.
Okay, now everyone… “Head gaaaame…” sing!
Head game for a headcase. Right Greg?
Dang right.
Not the worst thing to get stuck in your head
Mozart played head games with EVERYONE. Remember that time he played blindfolded, back to the harpsichord, dangling from a rope in a straitjacket, covered with flaming octopi? Pure head game.
I think that was the other Al … the devilish one.
Or Houdini. Pretty sure it wasn’t Mozart.
A tiny dictator in the making.
when i was a kid, we didn’t call that playing a “head game”, we called it being a… well… to paraphrase for mixed company… “being a tiny head that is Not on the shoulders and unique to the male of the species.”
usually done by somebody we didn’t have anything to do with unless it was a first or second cousin we Had to hang out with.