lol. I blame myself. (I can’t stand that song, either.) Here. Maybe this will help dislodge it.
(In my younger, single years, getting chased by jerkface married men who couldn’t take “NO!” for an answer, I had my own gender-swapped version of this which I sang under my breath more or less every day.
I hate your hairpiece
And your cheap cologne
And the nervous way you snicker
When your wife calls on the phone…)