That’s better than the real lyric.
How about lyrics that the artist insists on singing wrong? I believe the actual line in Hotel California is “she got the Mercedes bends”. (not Benz)
Can’t Get Enough, by Bad Company.
Come on, come on, do what you do becomes Come on, come on, doo-wacka-doo!
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that’s all there is, my friends,
Then that’s all there is.
When an eel lunges out and it rips off your snout
That’s a morayyyyyy
Tear my jock off. Tear my jock off
Gourmet poo! Gourmet poo!
Sonny laid Martina
Sonny laid Martina
In my room
In my room
I can’t light no more of your darkness no more augie doggies
Reported for spelling correction.
Thank you, What_Exit.
My god I could multi-post this like a dog.
No fancy rhymes here, just sung in the most grandest, the most Shakespearian, Greg Lakeian voice possible…
Just, take a pebbllllllllle, and RAM IT UP YOUR ASS.
Eons ago, if a radio on the factory floor played Purple Haze, I’d sing out loudly, “'scuse me while you kiss my ass!”
Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and wipe your ass
Even though, ya ain’t got it, honey,
I’m so in love with your money…
Anne Murray, gold-digger
Ok, I laughed out loud at this.
I also misquote Chrissie Hynde on “Middle of the Road” with the pants line.
Speaking of Pretenders, I also do
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep (sexy instead)
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination…
how do y’all do strikethroughs, anyway?
Start with [s]
End with [/s]
I was kind of mystified what brass in pocket meant. It turns out someone in the band said that to mean “I have money,” i.e. coins.
Another contribution: I fought the law lawn and the lawn won
An aspirational (?) song that easily could have gone in the taking-an-oversized-mallet-to thread, the song “I believe I Can Fly” should’ve changed its main lyric to:
“I believe in Masai…”
(Masai Ujuri - president of bball ops for Toronto Raptors
Once in a blue moon I’ll throw Rumours on for a spin. When it gets to the worst track on the album, Oh Daddy, I always reverse the meaning, singing along. It makes it more tolerable.
Why am I right when you’re so wrong
You’re so weak but I’m so strong
Did you ever know that you’re my hero? And everything I would like to be?
Did you ever know that I’m your hero? And everything you would like to be?
Also:
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl I fell in love with a Mexican fatso
Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle the cat had to piddle
A kid I grew up with took the AB theme and changed it.
Original:
We’re goin’ hoppin’ (hop)
We’re goin’ hoppin’ today
Where things are poppin’ (pop)
The Philadelphia way
We’re gonna drop in (drop)
On all the music they play
On the Bandstand (Bandstand)
His version:
We’re goin’ humpin’ (hump)
We’re goin’ humpin’ today
Yeah we’ll be thumpin’ (thump)
With her ass cheeks we’ll play
And we’ll be pumpin’ (pump)
Out all our jizz for today
On a bed post (bed post)