Songs running in my head

I really don't like it when a song gets stuck in my head. It drives me crazy. Over and over and over again, all day, the words, the hook, the music repeats itself and I can't figure out a way to make it stop. Today, it's been "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." Not the Judy Garland version. And not because we finished reading "The Wizard of Oz" a couple of weeks ago.
It's the Hawaiian version. The one with the ukulele. The one sung by the big guy. Israel Kamakawiwo'ole. He's huge, but he's got this incredible high pitch, songbird kind of voice that is truly musical. I've never heard anything else by him, but I love this version. Better than the original.
It reminds of me the movie, for some reason. Not because I heard it when I was a child. Not because we used the watch the movie, every year, when I was a kid. Not because I used to look forward to said viewing each year, when my parents, my brothers, and I would gather in front of our projection TV, bowl of popcorn in front of us (not the "Lite" microwave kind, but the real, popped over hot oil on the stove kind), bearing commercials and everything, and watch.
My favorite was when it went from back & white to color. It was magical, just like the movie, and it made me smile, every time. I'm not sure when the networks stopped showing it every year. It was really something we loved to do together. As a family.
I was a munchkin once. In a school play. I was in kindergarten at Marshall Elementary. All we had to do was turn in a permission slip to "audition." If our name was picked at random, we got to be munchkins. They made the announcement on a Friday afternoon. It was at the end of the day, right before a long weekend. The principal interrupted class and said, "it's time to announce the winners of the 'Munchkin Contest.'" I yelped when I heard my name and my friends laughed at me.
I ran home and told my mother. She was happy for me because she knew I wanted to be a Munchkin. I wanted to be the coroner, because he always made me laugh. But I was just an ordinary one.
I don't remember much about the actual performance. I remember that I had a crush on Dorothy. In my mind, she was an older Dorothy. Older meaning adult older, but I seem to think that she was just in 6th grade. She had long brown hair, and they made a costume for her that made her look exactly like the Dorothy on TV. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. A boyhood crush. One of many for me.
When songs run through my head for the day, I whistle them. I hum them. I sing them, badly. I can't figure out a way to make them stop.
Make them stop.