“That’s it,” he mumbled to himself. “I’m going to be like Tommy James and become a rock star. I’m going to have girls fall all over me. They’ll toss their undergarments onto the stage and faint just seeing me sing.”
“I think we’re alone now,” he sang softly. “There doesn’t seem to be anybody else around…”
Just then, his wife got out of the shower, “Tim, what are you still doing in bed!?”
Almost immediately, the earworm stopped, and he slipped back into that 9 to 5 reality.