So in my embarrassing moment of pondering, I started to sing It's a Small World. And I realized that I feel like that song is just constantly on a loop in the back of my mind. Then I realized that song is probably on a constant loop in most people's minds. Then I realized that there could be a countless number of people singing this song to themselves! With me! While I was in the shower! Why are all these people in my bathroom?!
But seriously, the Small World song, written by Richard and Robert Sherman for the 1964 New York World's Fair attraction of the same name, has got to be the most successful song in the world. Not monetary success, but success by the means of recognition. Try to find a person that doesn't know this song. I dare you! I don't think it can be done. In order to do it, you'll probably end up in some South American native village, and even then I bet someone in the tribe would know it. They don't know what a toaster is, but they can sing the Small World song!
|Yeah! This part rocks!|
Now, most people are in denial and claim the song makes their ears bleed, but I quite like it. I even listen to it on purpose! And there are dozens of people out there that would take my side in this. Dozens! But it's a great song! It's simple, easily translatable into other languages, and hot damn if it isn't catchy as hell. I really like the part of the song that coincides with the Africa scene on the ride. It has that sweet jazzy upbeat tempo, those horns, and it just makes me want to snap my fingers and swing my way around the boat! (But the other passengers complain every time I capsize the boat from dancing, so I try to keep it to a minimum.)
And that's how I feel about the song. And just to get it stuck in your head, here it is, ride and all: