The night before taking the Scholastic Aptitude Test in high school, I worked at my part-time job as a short-order cook. I had a hard time getting to sleep, and I woke up the next morning exhausted, hearing a certain then-recent song playing on the radio.
I drove myself with my then-recent license to the next town over, where the SAT was being given. That damn stupid song kept running through my mind the entire time I took the test! This is that song.