While driving around San Antonio, a lot of street and place names were reminding me of various obnoxious tunes that I know but can’t stand.
Valley Trails reminded me of Happy Trails. Camptown Farms reminded me of Camptown Races.
The worst was Taco Cabana. It reminded me of Barry Manilow’s Copa Cabana.
I usually get rid of these ear worms by infecting someone else – in this case Pam. Unfortunately, she’s gotten wise to my tricks and will belt out “Taco Cabana” as loud as I did.
Since that didn’t work out, I played Sisters of Mercy’s Detonation Boulevard. That successfully chased away the Barry Manilow demons.