:::Hijack::: I just found a potential one. Lunch Money’s “Yes We Have Rhythm” has a line
Do your eyes blink [yes we have rhythm]
Do your shoes squeak [yes we have rhythm]
I just realized that I was expecting a rhyme, in other words “Do your eyes blink, do your shoes stink?”
Chester’s roasting on an open fire. Jack is stepping on his toes.
Ditto.
Yeah, first time I heard “Pokerface” and then found out who sang it, I couldn’t help but sing butterface afterward. Happy to see someone made an actual parody.
I remember the first time I saw someone post that on a message board I moderate. I busted a gut laughing.
Yep. It’s just funnier that way. Oddly enough, I never really noticed that it sounds like “Asian” until later in my life. My dad used to listen to the oldies station and I always new it was “agent”, until one day it hit me how bad the diction on that word really is.
Speaking of thighs:
In your thighs
The light, the heat
(In your thighs)
I am complete
(In your thighs)
I see the doorway
To a thousand Churches.
(In your thighs)
The resolution
of all the fruitless searches.
Oh I see the light and the heat.
(In your thighs)
Oh I wanna be that complete.
I wanna touch the light, the heat I see in your thighs.
Yes you’re all welcome for that one. Just try to hear that Peter Gabriel song in any other manner now.
I always sing perspire at that part as well.
Yep. Bob River’s has done both, though I think I sang the sheep version before he made a recording of it.
When I first heard the song, all I could here was “I will choose out of my sphere.” I knew that couldn’t be right, because it didn’t make much sense in the larger context of the song. Eventually I puzzled out what he really sings.
Ditto.
My mother thought that was the way it originally went she was younger.
Oh, and then, when my girlfriend was a kid, she always heard and sang this:
She’s got a chicken to ride.
She’s got a chicken to ri-i-ide.
She’s got a chicken to ride
But she don’t care.
My girlfriend was of the opinion that having a chicken you could ride would be a wonderful thing, and could understand why someone would be lamenting the fact that someone didn’t appreciate it.
She was disappointed to find out the real lyrics.
“Although she may be cute, she’s just a prostitute…”
Da Vinci’s Notebook heard it that way too.
(From a very old Cheech and Chong movie, but I still find it amusing)
da da DA DA da DA da DA da DA
duh da da DA DA da DA
My Ssscrotum!
“Leader Of The Landromat” By the Detergents. One of the greatest parody songs ever:
Dylan: I seen a lot o’ women, I seen a lot o’ beHIND!
(instead of “but she never 'scaped my MIND”)
and continue to sing to myself…
Guns n’ Roses - You’re Crazy
Ow!
I’ve been lookin’ for a plate
Lookin’ for a (pop?)tart,
Lookin’ for a oven in this house
That’s much too dark
Because you won’t cook my lunch, no, no
You wanna, go onna vacation
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ow!
You won’t cook my lunch
You gonna find yourself in another
Another place, another place of your own,
yeah, ow yeah, look out
See what i’m bakin’? What i’ve gotta stew?
I’ve been cookin’ everything and I,
I been washin’ for you
Because you won’t cook my lunch, no, no
You want me to, eat on location
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You won’t make my lunch
I’m gonna find yourself where another
Another pizza, another pizza’s
The main attraction
You’re lazy, hey, hey
You know you’re lazy, oh my!
You’re fat n’ lazy, do-sile!
You know you’re lazy
Ay,ay,ay,ay,ay,ay,ah,ah,ah,ah, yeah!
Woh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh na,no,na,no,na,no,na,no,na,no,no,no
No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no
No,no,no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no
no,no,no! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, Oh no, ow! -Woooh, yum!
Hey boy, where ya comin’ from?
Where’d ya find that Vac-a-Uum?
When I was younger
I had a housekeeper like you,
and she said,
‘You don’t need my gloves,
You wanna self-sanitasation,’ Bitch
You don’t need my scrubs,
You’ve got to claim yourself another
Another seat, another seat in-
Front of the action
You’re lazy, hey, hey
You know you’re lazy, oh my!
You’re fat n’ lazy, oh-bese
You know you’re lazy, Ay, ay, ay, ay,
You know you’re lazy, Hey, hey,
You’re fat n’ lazy, Oh Wow,
You know you’re lazy, Ay, ay, ay, ay,
You’re fu#@in’ lazy, Yeah
You know you are!
Sitting down!
You’re fu#@in’ LAZY!
Original Lyrics here: http://www.lyrics007.com/Guns%20N’%20Roses%20Lyrics/You’re%20Crazy%20Lyrics.html
Original Performance here: - YouTube
Dedicated to an ex-partner of mine! 
(Probably a good thing I don’t have an instrumental version of the song, nor a decent singing voice!)
Oh, and Yes, Secret Asian Man, Tony Danza, Love\Drugs\Lunch, Wrapped up like a douche, all common from me too…
Don McLean has said that when he goes to sing “American Pie” in concert, he will often find himself singing the lyrics to Weird Al’s parody, “The Saga Begins,” instead.
As for me, when I hear Johnny Rivers’ “Secret Agent Man,” I can’t help singing “Secret Asian Man”. 
EDIT - And I thought I was the only one! :smack:
Take me down to Paradise City
Where all the girls got great big titties
Oh won’t you please take me home
*Hot-blooded *by Foreigner:
Cuz I’m Dimwitted, check it and see
Got an IQ of seventy three
Cmon baby, I cant’ chew gum and walk
Cuz I’m dimwitted, DIMWITTED!
I too sing “In Your Thighs” by Peter Gabriel.
I forgot my helpful tip: Just put “Tongue” in place of “love.” It rarely changes the meaning of the song but usually makes it clearer. Especially for AC/DC.
I might just mention Little Richard’s “Tutti Frutti” here… the lyrics we all know are not the original ones; they were rewritten by Dorothy LaBostrie. The song was originally dirty; AFAIK, no recorded version exists, and the original lyrics are mostly lost. So if you sing dirty lyrics to the song, you might actually be singing it right.
Rage Against the Machine:
Instead of “We’re the renegades of funk”, I usually sing “with a redneck case of funk”
A couple classics:
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Takin’ PCP
I’d like to smoke with my baby tonight
Have a toke with my baby tonight
I’d like to smoke with my baby tonight
Have a toke with my baby tonight
But I’d be a joke with my baby tonight…
From the Les Miserables sound track. The correct lyrics are “The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows if France.” My ten-year-old daughted innocently sang it “The blood of the Martians…”
Now it’s Martians every time.
Just have to say this is one of the funniest threads ever!
My husband came up with this one, to the disgust of our (female) offspring. To the tune of the Kris Kringle song from the old claymation Rudolph Christmas special:
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Please don’t eat the yellow snow
I had lots of coffee
And I really had to go.
“And Then He Kissed Me” (old tune by The Crystals) is always “And Then He Kicked Me”.
“Shout” by Tears for Fears:
Grout! Grout! Grout on the spout!
The shower is the thing I’m talking about!
Winter’s here, the skies are gray
Just last night I passed away
Soon I’ll be under six feet of clay
And I’ll never be lively any more.
Because I’m…
Goin’ to the chapel and I’m gonna get buried
Goin’ to the chapel and I’m gonna get buried
Gee I’m really dead now and I’m gonna get buried
Goin’ to the CHAPEL OF DEATH.
Me too, ours are better and I’d be happy to let England Dan know it.
Here, here! Agreed!
And “Three young chickeetas in Omaha!” is actually “We were eating Cheetos in Omaha!”