I’ve got a song stuck in my head. But only part of it, and then sometimes the “doo-de-doo’s” part of it too.

“Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed.
That I set my sights on Monday, and I got myself undressed.
I ain’t ready for the altar, but I do agree there’s times
that a woman sure could be a friend of mine.”

Doo de doo.