Maybe not EVERYONE …but EVERY BODY was!
Next you’ll be telling me that he could read that letter I sent him about the time the doorkob broke. He probably didnt even think I was joking when I asked him how he was doing.
I don’t think Johnny Cash has really been everywhere either.
At the extreme opposite end of the spectrum, I do not doubt Sublime for a heartbeat when they claim they smoked two joints.
Or that he snuck a car out of an assembly plant one piece at a time.
Stupid foole can’t even get his story straight:
The first day I got me a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
later
The transmission was a '53 and the motor turned out to be a '73
Time traveling, Johnny? Or lying!
Lots of people climb Everest. 
It’s still impressive, I’ll grant that.
Alice Cooper was 22 when he recorded I’m Eighteen.
Liar.
I don’t believe it when Robert Plant sings “Mine’s a tale that can’t be told.” You know why? Because he immediately proceeds to tell the damn tale! What’s up with that?
Carly Simon sang about a guy who’s where he should be all the time.
She then told us about who he’s with when he’s not where he should be.
…also, Robert, I doubt you saw the kings who ruled them all.
Yeah I’m pretty sure Karen was having some sort of God complex or something omniscient like that. Possibly evil world domination.
I’m pretty sure the warden never threw a party at the county jail. And when did county lockups ever have wardens in the first place?
I’m more worried about #47 telling #3 how cute he is. They still have segregated jails, and people tended to get more het up about those things* back then.**
* not that there’s anything wrong with that
** I’m genuinely surprised that line never got heat back in the day. Seriously!
I’ve always felt kinda sorry for the wooden chair.
I’m no forensic investigator, so will we ever know if Casey Jones was a train engineer while under the influence of illicit drugs?
He carried that monkey on his back all the way to Mudville.
Why would anybody give a feather a name, much less “Macaroni”? That sounds more Italian than Yankee.
Certainly a train engineer, though I’m not sure about the use of drugs:
The Grateful Dead added ‘high on cocaine’ just to find a rhyme. There is no evidence that Jones was high when he crashed.
I never laughed so hard in my life, as when I heard my five-year-old nephew singing:
“Yankee Doodle came to town
Riding on a baby
Turned the corner just in time
To see a naked lady.”
Coincidently, the song in the OP came up on the ole memory card in my car stereo this morning. Some notes:
“Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia. Up in my bedroom”
Somehow I take the song to be from the point of a teenage boy. So, this his taking place in his bedroom. Why is this taking-my-place person getting there? Is this a relative? A sibling? A parent? Ick.
But that’s probably wrong. He’s asking Cecilia to come home. So she lives there. But it’s his bedroom. Huh?
Nowhere in the song is the gender of the place taker mentioned. Could it be a female? Hmmm.
And somehow he’s happy when she comes back to him. Duuuuude. Buy a vowel.
The next song up on my stereo was Smoke On The Water by Deep Purple. Like, sure, they watched a casino burn down across the lake at Montreux. Right, I bet. Sure.
What?
Nevermind.
Smoke on the water happened , the original Deep Purple album had pictures of the fire .