As I have written before, advertising can be insidious. I can’t listen to the 1812 Overture without thinking of Quaker Puffed Rice.
Recently while listening to a medley of American marches on my headphones at work, it occurred to me that National Emblem by Edwin Eugene Bagley will forever call up in my mind a defunct auto dealership in Salt Lake City, Zion Motors Inc.
At 59 seconds in, I can’t help but sing along,
🎶 Just remember we don’t monkey ’round at Zion,
It’s the greatest
Deal you’ve ever seen
Just take the short drive out to Murray, at Zion Motors
And see what we mean! 🎶
Whoever came up with that jingle should get a medal. Or be shot. I haven’t decided which.
The Old Wolf has spoken.
Playing in the World Game 
My grandkids can’t hear The Blue Danube without singing “quack quack, quack quack” at the end of each main phrase.
Seems to me that any ad jingle that still sticks in your mind *and* you remember what it was for oughta get a medal. Remember “A silly millimeter longer/101”?
How about being shot With a Medal? Or by an Olympic Medalist? (Way to cash in on that Decathlon training.) 😉
Small Town Radio often doesn’t have a budget for custom sound, so it happens all over the place. Like when radio shows adopt a popular instrumental (or with a really long intro) as their theme song. And though it’s really obscure you recognize it, because you had the LP and didn’t just skip to the one or two chart-topper songs.
Just have to grin and accept it, or turn it off.