
A man went to the doctor with a strange complaint.
'Well, it's like this, Doc, whenever I play golf, I fall in love with the beautiful, lush fairways and greens we are playing on. I just burst into song.'
'What's wrong with that?' said the doc.
Well all I ever sing when we're on the course is 'The Green Green Grass of Home' and it's annoying my colleagues.
But there's more. When we get back to the clubhouse, in the bar is the lucky black cat that lives at the club; then, at the top of my voice, I start singing, 'What's new, pussy cat?' and all I get is a barrage of complaints from the other members in the bar.
'Can't you sing some different songs?' said the doctor.
'Well no, I just can't seem to sing anything else. Still, then it gets worse because when I get home, it continues. When I'm asleep and dreaming, I always sing 'Delilah,' and my wife is increasingly getting really angry and suspicious. But I just can't stop singing these same songs'.
'Ah, yes, I see; I am beginning to suspect that you have the early symptoms of Tom Jones syndrome.'
'Well, I've never heard of that, is it common?' asked the man.
'It's not unusual', replied the doctor.