Someday, I hope to meet the person who created this commercial. It has been ingrained so deeply into my memory, that I still get it stuck in my head. But I'm a little conflicted about what will happen when we actually meet. On the one hand, I want to shake the hand of the man or woman with the skill to get so completely inside my head and the heads of many other kids. On the other, I want to zap him or her with a taser for giving me my own personal version of "This is the song that never ends ..."
Whenever my cat (who acts like I have a pound of cat treats in my pocket) follows me around the house, this song goes through my head.
It has gotten so bad that I've started calling him "Buddy."