My Life Adventures, Travel Experiences and Reflections

Monday

There's the bathroom on the right...

I love to sing. I sing around the house, in the car and - on occasion - I have been known to sing at work. My dad used to say that he loved to hear his kids sing because it meant they were happy. He had a valid point. It's pretty hard to be miserable when you are singing unless you're singing 'the blues' - but even then, I have been known to get a little joy out of 'the blues' on occasion. Case in point:  "The Babysitting Blues" from the movie "Adventures in Babysitting"



Anyway, one afternoon recently while belting out a mean version of Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Bad Moon Rising, I was delicately informed by my musically-oriented husband that the lyrics were..."There's a bad moon on the rise" and not "There's the bathroom on the right"...

OK, so I don't remember lyrics. I happen to know that I am not alone.

Back in the day, I saved an article written for The Dallas Morning News by staff writer Cynthia Sanz. It begins...
"The year  was 1980 and Shirley Rhodes and her boyfriend, Mark were cruising in his Camaro Z 28. The windows were rolled down and the stereo was turned up. "I'm so-o-o-o mad, da da da, da da da da" Shirley sang happily along with the radio. Mark just smiled. They were young. They were in love. And Mark wasn't about to tell her that the words were actually, "I'm a soul man".

The 'Garbled Lyric Hall of Shame' ...

Rock the Catbox                       vs.              Rock the Casbah
Bring me an Iron Lung              vs.              Bring me a higher love
I want a new truck                    vs.              I want a new drug
Felix                                         vs.              Feelings
The girl with colitis goes by...    vs.              ...with kaleidoscope eyes
I am 'The Worrier'                    vs.              I am The Warrior 
Ham-free                                 vs.              Half-breed
Scratch Your Knees                vs.              Tragedy
Every time you go away,            vs.              ...a piece of me with you
you take a piece of meat 
with you...
Don't it make your eyebrows     vs.             ...brown eyes blue?
blue?
JoJo was a man who thought      vs.             ...who thought he was a 
he was a woman                                              loner

Admit it. We've all been there. Yes, I might screw up a song more than the average person but that's just because I break out in song a little more often. I know that every time I get the music in me, I risk ridicule but I'm OK with that. I just keep on singing.

2 comments:

Heather said...

My brother could never remember the words either. He would just make up whatever he thought sounded good. Sometimes he would reinvent entire songs!

Perle said...

Loved "Adventures in ...." and I know where-of you speak about lyrics. It's a good thing I only sing in the shower or car (alone). There was a book some years back with all the oddly mangled song lyrics floating around. Laughed til I cried.

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