This season, as one could predict, many television and radio advertisements use "The Twelve Days Of Christmas", either as background music or with ad-specific words fitted to it.
The thing is, every time I hear it, even if there are words being sung, in my head what I hear is:
[...]
Three French hens
Two turtledoves
And a beer.
It's environmentally-induced neurological damage, I tell you: my brain got rewired by a comedy routine I found only marginally funny even then. (The shared-meme aspects of quoting them was more significant than what giggles I got from the SNL bits, though I recall the movie being funnier.)
Now that I've got that off my chest, I can devote those brain cycles to collecting my RotK thoughts.