Yeah, I got my version off the internet too, so it’s probably wrong. Who is supposed to check all this stuff on the Internet to make sure it’s right?? I mean, they can’t post things that aren’t right, can they?
Some one should read all the stuff on the web and correct the inaccuracies. 
My daughters are old enough to be listening to radio and I’ve heard my share of newer stuff.
The most inane line I’ve heard in a long time has to be, “And I’m going to miss you like a child misses their blanket…” from Fergie’s “Big Girls Don’t Cry” (funny she couldn’t come up with a more original title, since that one’s already been used).
“[L]ike a child misses their blanket”? Stupid.
“Like an aborted fetus misses it’s mommy”, maybe. A little more urgent, I think.
Runner up:
Colbie Caillat’s “Bubbly”
It starts in my toes/and I crinkle my nose/wherever it goes i always know/that you make me smile…
Like, how utterly twee. And they thought Barry Manilow was sacchriney…
Of course, to bug the girls, I sing it thusly:
Starts in my toes/Goes up to my nose/Comes out my ass and it smells just like gas. It really drives them crazy when I do that.
Worse still, is when a rock act steals from someone else from a totally different genre. Biggest offender was David Lee Roth, who swiped from The Beach Boys, Louis Prima, and Frank Sinatra (for California Girls, Just A Gigolo, and That’s Life, respectively), but the all-time champion has to be Gwen Stefani, who ripped off Fiddler on the Roof, of all things!
Now, that’s really scraping bottom.
Strawberry Alarm Clock gave that one a run for its money themselves. I give you The Birdman of Alkatrash:
“Overneath” might be another of those Zen things.
“in an ocean or in a glass, cool water is such a gas.”–Cool, Cool Water by The Beach Boys
Apparently, this lyric was Mike Love’s doing, not Brian Wilson’s.
Not only daft, but chemically inaccurate!
I guess it’s time to bring in Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band… just about all of Trout Mask Replica was pretty out there, especially those songs that were really stream-of-consciousness free verse set to music, such as “Neon Meate Dream of a Octafish”, which begins:
Lucid tentacles test 'n sleeved
'n joined 'n jointed jade pointed
Diamond back patterns
Neon meate dream of a octafish
Artifact on rose petals
'n flesh petals 'n pots
Fack 'n feast 'n tubes tubs bulbs
In jest incest injest injust in feast incest
'n specks 'n speckled speckled
Speckled speculation
Or how about this excerpt from “The Blimp”:
Put me on the white hook
Back in the fat rack
Shad rack ee shack
The sumptin’ hoop the sumptin’ hoop
The blimp the blimp
The drazy hoops the drazy hoops
They’re camp they’re camp
Tits tits the blimp the blimp…
How about Grateful Dead’s China Cat Sunflower?
Comic book colors
on a violin river
crying Leonardo words
from out a silk trombone
And I’ll second I am the Walrus
I’m itching like a man on a fuzzy tree.
I assume lyrics in made-up languages are excluded. If not, I submit anything by Magma.
Every once in a while, I like me some room clearing prog.
Far be it for me to say, but there’s bound to be plenty of examples from Rush’s Neil Peart. But here’s a song with a rather gimmicky concept called Anagram (for Mongo):
There is no safe seat at the feast
Take your best stab at the beast
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
See, in terms of anagrams, “feast” contains the words “safe” and “seat”. And “beast” contains the words “best” and “stab” and so on.
*There’s a snake coming out of the darkness
Parade from paradise
End the need for eden
Chase the dreams of merchandise
There is tic and toc in atomic
Leaders make a deal
The cosmic is largely comic
A con they couldn’t conceal
Take heart from earth and weather
The brightness of new birth
Take heart from the harvest
Shave the harvest from the earth
Reasoning is partly insane
Image just an eyeless game
He and she are in the house
But there’s only me at home*
Now will someone explain to me what “for Mongo” means?
Why would you win something? Is your lyric so bizarre it trumps every other lyric in this thread?
I can’t believe no one has brought up America.
I’ve been through the desert
on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert,
you can’t remember your name
'cause there ain’t no one
for to give you no pain.