Where there’s a “we”, there’s a “them”. I’m one of the “them”.
I don’t even know where the damn city is!
Well, I learned that “if you want to be happy for the rest of your life, make an ugly woman your wife” is NOT a sure fired path to lifetime happiness.
Gawd I hope the bitch EX stalks me here on the Dope.
Must . . . retain . . . self-control . . .
I learned that Paul Newman’s half Jewish, Goldie Hawn’s half too.
That extending and retracting various body parts and shaking them (with whole body rotations) is “that what its all about”.
All those years wasted on philosophy and religion and apparently its as simple as that, staring us in the face all those years.
I know there’s some guy out there who claims to be my “Boogie Man” and that I turn him on.
I dread the day I actually meet him.
<Gahhhh!>Oh Rio,Rio Dance Across The Rio Grande! <phew!> Sorry, it’s Friday and I’m a weak, weak man.
So what was he doing in the back of your pink Cadillac?
Gah! This is as bad as “Ich bin ein Berliner.” People think they are so damn clever, they caught a glaring geographical mistake in a wimpy Journey song. Oooh, aren’t they smart!
The lyric is “south Detroit”, not “South Detroit”. You know - on the south side. There is a south side. There are houses there, where I am sure many people were born and raised. Look at a map, people!
It’s not that uncommon a descriptor. There is a south Phoenix, but not a South Phoenix. If you want to argue no one born and raised in any geographical direction of Detroit ever refers to the quadrants of the city, I would concede the point.
Apparently someone let the dogs out and we know not who.
I also learned that we are loaded up and truckin’.
I learned that heat is hot.
And I learned that Timothy was quite tasty!
Hey, If the boys want to fight, you’d better let them.
Indeed. In fact the south side of Chicago, is the baddest part of town.
I learned that the fox says: “Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!”
I thought Chicago died one night. I remember hearing momma crying about it.
Nah, hang tough - the boys are backin’ down.
Whoops, this isn’t the mondegreen thread, is it?
There is at least one werewolf residing in London, and he can be counted upon to maintain a perfect coiffure. Also, we know that he enjoys pina coladas, particularly at Trader Vic’s, but his preference for imbibing them while getting caught in the rain is still in question.
If a bluegrass song starts with “Two old friends shared a room in a home for the elderly”, someone’s not going to make it to the end of the song.
I’m not following. There is no south side. You can certainly move in a southernly direction, but there’s a river and another country south of downtown. So where is south Detroit?
Here’s some interesting information.
http://www.idolator.com/5078568/journey-confuses-two-million-more-people-about-detroits-geography
http://archive.wzzm13.com/news/article/193931/82/Finally-the-South-Detroit-lyric-solved
At least “The Heart of Rock and Roll Is Still Beating” in Detroit!