"On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again, the life I love is makin' music with my friends, and I can't wait to get on the road again!"
"Eric."
He ignored it, the lyrics flowing from his lips like a river of annoyance.
"On the road again, goin' places that I've never been, seein' things that I may never see again, and I can't wait to get on the road again!"
"Eric."
"On the road again-"
The trio exchanged a look, then ambushed him. Cory and Shawn slapped their hands over his mouth, Topanga pinned his wrists above his head.
"It's not that you don't have an amazing voice," Cory said.
"Or that we have anything against the great Willie Nelson," Topanga added. "Unfortunately, you've gotten this song stuck in our heads, a phenomena known as ear worm...or the German Ohrwurm."
"And if you don't cut it out, we're going to put an actual worm in your ear," Shawn finished. Eric cringed visibly, gave them an 'I'll be good' nod, and they removed their hands.
"Thanks, now where was I? Oh yeah!" He began to sing again. "Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway..."
Cory and Shawn began to beat their heads against the wall. Topanga sighed, staring out the window as the scenery passed them at lightning speed.
This was going to be a long trip.