Lesser Gods Make Tiny Problems

Sweater, check.
Coat, check.
Backpack, check.

Three minutes into my walk to work I was attacked by an upper middle back itch from the shady side of the river styx. Despite my best efforts to defend myself (cut to: grown man on sidewalk clumsily reaching for the pretty arrow in his spine) I couldnt reach it, "Almost... there...".

Then this arrives on my walkman: Young Folks

A good song, but not a good song when you cant scratch that itch. There's a tambourine-y thing in the beginning that sounds exactly like itching, and that whistling just sings, "I'm a little itch you cannot reach! You can try but you will fail. Did you really think that you could scratch me?"