I’ve had “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp” in my head for days.  Other than listening to the song over and over, a method I’ve found to help exorcise songs is to take ownership of them by scribbling out my own lyrics--such as in a meeting when I’m bored:

It’s hard out here for a goose
When you don’t have enough hair to warrant mousse
If your prose style stays slack and loose
People will be a rather readin’ Dooce

It’s good to scribble on oblique topics like this, because when people look over your shoulder, they think they’re still paying attention.

“Dooce? Is that a new business process for the department?”

“Yes, exactly. As in, if we don’t finish these projects, we’ll all be Dooced.”