I can eat my dinner in a fancy red sarong.
its always some other guy
its just a fucking alibi…
bye bye love…
The lyrics to all Yes songs
I’ll 'll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
I’ll spend the day your way…
Call it morning driving thru the sound and
In and out the valley…
Technically that’s ERNIE–it’s an acronym. Not many Americans knew what Ian was on about in that line.
I came in to post:
Here is my heart
Waiting for you
Here is my soul
I eat at Chez Nous
It’s just a broken lullaby.
And I still don’t know the meaning of the thread. It appears to be for proper song lyrics that are poorly written, not for Mondegreens. Am I right?
Enjoying the thread but to clarify:
It is just for song lyrics you don’t understand, but you’re afraid to mention it because someone will tell you DUH it obviously refers to…
(Hooking thumbs under suspenders)
Ha! I was right all along, from the get-go. Do I win a ladder?
“Take the back right turn,
Take the back right turn!”
Venture a Highway.
(An acquaintance absolutely insists on this.)
:eek:
Not “Bingo, Jed, and Lionel”??
:smack:
I only realized that “You’re Celtic, United” referred to football teams a couple of years ago. :smack:
Umm… “I kissed a girl, and I liked it”…?
(Am I doing this right?)
“Love can be seen as the answer
But nobody bleeds for the dancer”
-Black Sabbath
Er, who is this dancer and why does she need people to bleed for her?
Wouldn’t blood all over the dance studio floor be a slipping hazard for the dancer?
What is the upside of this bleeding business for either you or the dancer and what does it have to do with love?
What’s love got to do with it?
What’s love but a second hand emotion…
Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
Somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year
It’s not confidential, I’ve got potential rushing, rushing around
Revved up like a douche another runner in the night!!!
That’s incorrect. The line is “Dressed up like a douche and a homo in the night!”
Ummm…aren’t those the correct words???
“Hold me closer, Tony Danzaaaaaaaa!
Count the headlice on my hiney…”