John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
his name is my name too.
Whenever we go out,
the people always shout,
there goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

I find myself singing this song even after putting my son to sleep. I hum it in the shower, mutter it while I drive and sing it repeatedly to my little guy, but I'm still not tired of it.

Strange—I guess I've never appreciated the infectiousness of children's songs until now.

I guess it could be worse for people who get stuck listening to me—I could be constantly repeating “This is the song that never ends” instead.