That Masters song: A condition like no other

OK, I admit it. I can’t get that Masters theme song out of my mind, and the tournament hasn’t even started yet. You know the tune: "Ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding. Ding-ding-ding-ding-diiiiing." Happens every year. Am I the only one who can’t shake this? I have a kind of love-hate relationship with the song. I love it because it means the Masters is about to begin. Then again, I hate it because for several weeks leading up to the tournament, I can’t hum a tune without somehow going back to "Ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding. Ding-ding-ding-ding-diiiiing." (Update: Turns out the song has words, and you can hear them here. Dave Loggins, of "Please Come to Boston" fame, wrote it for CBS’s 1981 broadcast. More from Loggins on his myspace page.)
My good pal Sam Weinman, the golf and hockey writer for the Westchester Journal News, and I have a running gag that somewhere on the grounds at Augusta National that theme song plays in an endless loop in a cavernous dungeon. Anyone who breaks a rule during the tournament (running on the course, carrying a cellphone, that kind of thing) gets tossed into the dungeon and is forced to listen to the song in Dolby Surround Sound. The dungeon is green, of course, and pimento cheese sandwiches are the only food to be found.
Yeah, I’ve got it bad. If anyone has any thoughts on a song that might override the Masters tune ("Ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding. Ding-ding-ding-ding-diiiiing) and get it out of my head, please do share it and I’ll throw it right on my iPod. From ABBA to Zeppelin, I’ll try anything.