Before heading out for my fifth Covid vaccine shot today, I announced to myself, "Vaccine number five!"
Immediately, I regretted that. I thought, "Oh, no...No...No! Here comes the inevitable earworm..."
Alas, it remains firmly in mind after my latest shot. As in 1999, Lou Bega's "Mambo No. 5" has cemented itself in my mental jukebox and is refusing to leave. Even if I developed the loudest possible case of tinnitus in both ears, "Mambo No. 5" would likely drown it out.
I have nothing against the song's protagonist. I hope he settles down with the right woman of the ones he sings about. His vocals, however, do nothing for me.
I also have nothing against mambos. Some of my best friends are mambos. OK, strike that last sentence, as it's nonsensical. Seriously, though, I've recommended multiple mambos on this blog. "Mambo No. 5," however, is pop mambo lite.
I understand why many listeners liked the tune when it was a hit and might still like it. The melody is fit for a party, after all, and if you like a firm, persistent hook, "Mambo No. 5" has it.
A former co-worker who knew my general taste in music told me when "Mambo No. 5" was on the radio years ago, "This sounds like a song you would hate."
Hate is a strong word. Dislike, though? Yes--then and now.