Some days run smoothly enough that no song can get stuck inside the head. At least, I'm told there are people who don't suffer from day- or week-long earworms. I, on the other hand, have no relief. I get rid of one song by replacing it with another. And, sometimes, they come back.
Today's little ditty usually turns a lovely afternoon in the garden into an hour of irony. And, you just can't press out those wrinkles.
Still, be of good cheer. The age of depressingly "relevant" pop music will, someday, come to an end, in the same way that SNL did. ermmm. well... maybe they'll stop propping that corpse up, someday, too.
Meanwhile, have a perfect day. That way, one of us will.