Our kitchen garbage can, after years of faithful service, apparently is now possessed. It makes a noise as it closes that sounds like the distinctive wump-wump-wump-wump-wump-wump-wump-wump from this song, which is now running on a loop in my head.
If you were around in 1996 there’s a very good chance you know the lyrics, so sing along as you play it 21x in a row.