A man needs a maid

I always have a song in my head. No, I'm not talking Mary Poppins stuff here. It's not a good thing. I wish I could turn it off.
I go to sleep with a song in my head and wake up with a song in my head. Sometimes the song is cool. Sometime's it's not. This morning I woke up to the tenor bleats of Neil Young singing "A man needs a maid." I considered my reaction as I stumbled to the coffee maker and decided I was nuetral. I was OK with it. I mean, looking around, I gotta admit it's true.