Reuben, Reuben, I’ve been thinking
What a queer world this would be
If the men were all transported
Far beyond the Northern Sea!
Rachel, Rachel, I’ve been thinking
What a queer world this would be
If the girls were all transported
Far beyond the Northern Sea!
:dubious:
From the Beatles:
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody Wang Chung tonight
Crystal Gale:
Don’t it make my brown eye blue?
Come together. Right now. Over me.
d & r
I’d hear this Christian-rock song all the time on the easy-listening station at work:
…sounds kind of gay, doesn’t it? When you think about it? Those clean-cut Christian boys, getting all…fervent…and stuff…
Going to hell now.
I’m suddenly flashing to that episode of South Park in which Cartman makes a hit Christian rock album by crossing out all the "baby"s in love songs and replacing them with “Jesus”. 
Mungo Jerry - In the Summertime.
…Have a drink, have a drive,
go out and see what you can find.
When you’ve seen a couple of DUI fatalities the lyrics kind of take on a differant slant.
Cum on Eileen.
Yet a third Beatles song - Drive My Car.
When I was young, I didn’t think there was anything untoward there.
Then, when I was an older teen, I perverted the lyrics as a humorous juxtaposition to their original, naive intent (“huhuhuh, they said ‘Drive her Car’”).
Then, about a year ago, I realized they DID mean it like that, after all. How can you write things like:
– You can do something in between
– I got no car and it’s breakin my heart, but I’ve found a driver and that’s a start.
Even in that last line they make it clear she’s looking for a “driver”. Now it’s not nearly as funny to make innuendo about it, now that it’s obvious.
What’s worse than vomit on Pat Benatar?
Sorry. Just figured it was my last (hopefully) chance to use a really bad '80’s joke.
What’s grosser than Billy Squier on one side doing Stroking it and Michael Jackson on the other side Beating it?
Kiss, in the middle, Licking it up.
WAHAHAHAH
Were any of these real songs? Specifically, Isaac Hayes songs?
Hehe, this one and Squeeze Box
Honky Tonk Women was my absolute favourite song when I was about 14, which probably meant that a disturbingly large number of people heard me belting out:
I played a divorcee in New York City,
I had to put up some kind of a fight.
The lady then she covered me with roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.
I mean, I thought it had to do with kleenex.
Well naturally. Mick probably got allergic from all those roses.
Oh, the glamourous world of rock’n’roll. 
Rolling Stones, You Can’t Always Get What Ya Want. But if you try, sometimes, you get what ya need. Ain’t that the truth.
“Played a divorcee?” I thought that was “met a gin-soaked queen.” Eh, we’re probably both wrong. :dubious:
The gin-soaked barroom queen was in the first verse. <Wanda>I looked it up.</Wanda>