What Annoying Song is Stuck in My Head Today?

If I need to suffer with a song stuck in my head, why shouldn't you have to do the same? Sometimes they're good, most times they're bad... but no matter what, they make you suffer. So I like to share the suffering whenever it happens.

It was just a casual conversation at work, all about lesbians, toasters and whether my next-door neighbor's children would be taller than Emmanual Lewis. Then, one of the participants had to reference Billy Joel.

Dammit, this song always gets stuck in my head. Maybe it was all those years at a Catholic university that caused this song to get played two million times, but I think everyone knows the words. Without further ado...

Come out Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late, aw
But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one.
Well they showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away, aw
But they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done
Well only the good die young, that's what I said
Only the good die young, only the good die young.

You might'a heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud, aw
But that never hurt no one.
So come on Virginia, show me a sign
Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
Darlin' only the good die young, woah woah woah woah woah woah
I tell you only the good die young, only the good die young

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul, mmm and a cross of gold
Well Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information
You didn't count on me, when you were counting on your rosary

Oh woah woah, and they say there's a heaven for those who'll wait
And some say it's better, but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun
You know that only the good die young, woah baby
I tell you only the good die young, only the good die young

Said your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation, aw
She never cared for me, but did she ever say a prayer for me?

Woah woah woah, come out, come out, Virginia don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
You know that only the good die young

You're welcome.