Yesterday morning, I woke up humming the Nuckalavee song from "Bard's Tale." This A) proves my unfitness for non-geek society, and B) had a really unfortunate side-effect. Due to the rhyme scheme, which must be the earworm equivalent of compatible genitalia or something, the two songs mated.
Their offspring goes something like:
"Suicide is painless,
It brings on many changes,
O Nuckalavee, who set you free--
he really must be an anus!"
Kill me now.