"on Wall Street..." I immediately have to hum the Rhodes and hi-hat-heavy break from 10CC's 'Wall Street Shuffle'

it is accompanied by "AAAAAHH!" in my head.

Whenever I hear of yet another natural distaster there I'm sorry to say that my first thought isn't of the people affected - it's that I cannot help myself thinking, 'Louisianna, Lou-EES-ianna' in a Randy Newman voice.

I deal with a company called Ground Control. And everytime someone says it...

*cue Bowie*

"... Crawfish pie, and feel-ay gumbo..."

She's a good girl... (Crazy 'bout Elvis).

When will I see you again?... (When will we share precious moments?).

Whenever adding salt or pepper while cooking, its......."Salt and Pepper's here and we're in effect...." Try not to judge me.

Evertime I use black pepper I automatically do the black betty bam ba lam but! It doesnt even work!!

The tube journey to & from work triggers a lot of lyrics too. I pass through Waterloo (couldn't escape if I wanted to) & (oh oh, the guns of) Brixton.

Any mention of the former Germany midfielder invariably sends me into a rendition of Frings Ain't What They Used To Be, in my best Max Bygraves voice.

From Spitting Image years ago the Maggie Thatcher puppet had a song whose chorus was 'we'll sing the Grantham anthem'. It's the only bit I remember but I've never been able to shake it off.

Every time I make these, without fail, I have the line "Queen Fajita is back" going through my head. I have absolutely no idea how that or any other Queen Latifah song sounds like or any other lyrics. Drives me potty.

Doesn't stop me eating fajitas though. Mmmm...fajitas...

Frequently heard in meetings and conference calls, and would be livened up no end if someone replied with "is it down to the lake I fear ?" which is what I immediately hear in my head...

who, when I used the phrase "reach out"* replied that she always wants to sing the next bit from the Depeche Mode song.

*I used it in an ironic way. Honest.

"we are Ron's twenty two"

Whenever I - or anyone for that matter - burp, the phrase "more tea Vicar?" pops unbidden into my mind, and more often than not, out of my mouth.

Whenever anyone points out that "It's cold outside," I want to add "And the paint's peeling off of my walls"

...my brother and I were discussing a mutual friend:

Brother: He's a big man.

Me: Big hands.

Brother: Strong back.

Me: Strong mind.

The words in italics are from a song called Dragline by a band called Paw, whose debut album (also called Dragline) we both knew and loved well enough to spontaneously weave Mark Hennessy's lyrics into our back and forth.

(can't get more everyday than that)
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

'khomeini' closer

The rocksteady crew, breakdance 2 is electric boogaloo

Going down now"
Every time I get into our talking lift at work Led Zep's "When The Levée Breaks" pops into my head.
Every time.

phenomenen.
BA BA Ba BA-BA!

...said Fred, both of us together, one each end and steady as we go!

Yentob Yentob Yentob Yentob Yentob Tiddle-eye-po

Watching Liverpool on the telly, as a certain shaggy-haired winger would set of on another mazy dribble, the commentator would say "McManaman.."

I'd have to say "Do do de doodoo.."

Similarly, the Serie A coverage on Channel 4 on Sundays. "Papin.."

"Nicole.."

Dirty MF. This is my automatic twisted echo every time I hear 'IMF', which is surprisingly often recently, for some reason.

My toddler son celebrates the most mundane achievements, like not soiling himself for three minutes straight, by referencing Dora songs.

Observing adult - You did it!
Toddler - # I did it! I did it! I did it! Yay! #

And then he shrieks really loud like Boots the monkey.

except that's is actually me doing it, hanging it out with The Who in my head

Whenever someone mentions '80s pop whiners Duran Duran.

with pop/rock lyrics---see also this thread

http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/content/how-is-it-for-you-varieties-musica...

--thanks to the OP and you all for the above.

"...you to me" which immediately prompted me to say "...are everything - the sweetest thing that I could sing?"

Fortunately, he is a Brit of a similar vintage and we were immediately transported back to our short-trousered Spangle munching Space Hopper riding selves.

It's the sort of thing that could have ended badly in the New York office I suspect.

Smurfs

I used to work for a **** who persisted in asking 'do you know where I am coming from' in precisely the same cadence as Father Smurf, making me want to retort - 'from Smurfland, where YOU belong'. I never did dare say it. He left, I am still in a job - so I think everyone's happy

Smiffs

When I ask my wife how she wants to take her tea (no it's not a euphemism) - and she replies "sweeteners" I am minded to sing "sweetness, I was only joking when I said..." etc.

Rafferty

Baker Street on the traffic reports or whatever (obvious). But am I the only person for whom that song gets right on their ****?

Farlowe

Finally. Not in speech, but the two-tone horn of trains is the same interval used for the first two notes of Chris Farlowe's Out Of Time. As this is a Mick and Keef tune, and I am aware their friendship was hatched on a train, I often wonder if the 11:22 out of Dagenham or whatever may have been the genesis for Out Of Time...?

HUH!!

calmer calmer calmer calmer chameleon....

2(a). Stop!

hammer time...

2(b). Stop!

collaborate and liisten...

3. Slow down,

slow down, you're taking me ovaaah...

whenever I hear Elton John's Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me, I always expect to hear 'Ladies and Gentlemen: Mr Elton John!' at a certain point.

Whenever I am travelling on the DLR to and from work, those occasions where I hear the automated announcer say, 'This train is for Lewisham', my head says 'This train is bound for glory'. It's not though, it really is going to Lewisham.

The Green Green Glass - of home

every time The Hague has been mentioned on the news today (which has been quite a lot), I've found myself singing 'The Hague yooouu, your a vegetabueell' a la Wanna be Starting Something. So, erm, thanks, I s'pose.

When going down to local shop, Jacksons (now Sainsburys) I would always sing the Nancy & Lee version of Jackson:
"I'm going to Jacksons, I'm gonna mess around..."

in an ice cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long - whenever doing just that!

when the door of my local corner shop opens is the same two notes as the start of Mama Used To Say by Junior. Now that's a goshdarn 'tune'.

to bounce a tennis ball up from the court without bending down, normally takes three smacks: dum, dum dum. I find it impossible not inwardly incant 'Another one bites the dust.'
I am a crap tennis player so I can do this maybe 30 times in a short knock-up.

I keep thinking of more of these. (Then I forget them again, until they're triggered.)

But whenever I'm introduced to someone called Dawn, I quietly hear the Mamas and Papas ascending to choral heaven "...and the darkest hour - is just before Dawn".

I have to pull myself together, shake hands, act normal, pleased to meet you, don't say "whisper a little prayer for me, my baby".

Anna Kay

Whenever she answered the phone she would say her name

My immediate response: "In the UK"

After explanation, she was mildly amused until about the fourth of fifth time

USed to sit near a bloke who was working on a system whose acronym was GOLD. By god he must have hated Spandau Ballet after six months or so, we all did the breathy 'GOLD' counterpoint whenever he said the word - which naturally he did all the time. Still makes me laugh thinking about it