I think "Mambo No. 5" was one of the last songs of my douchey-DJ days. These were the times that I actually remember, instead of being tipped in greyhounds. Those were some dark times, and I don't need Lou Bega to remind me of that. Splitting my time between poppy-dance music and gothy, gothy nights created some internal storms that I'm not quite sure how I survived. That was an awkward sentence. I don't care. Earworm: Done.