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.
Several years ago, an article written for The Dallas Morning News by staff writer Cynthia Sanz spoke to me ... it included several 'garbled' lyrics and I admit my guilt to a few of these, do you?
The 'Garbled Lyric Hall of Shame' ...
Rock the Catbox Rock the Casbah
Bring me an Iron Lung Bring me a higher love
I want a new truck I want a new drug
Felix Feelings
The girl with colitis goes by... ...with kaleidoscope eyes
I am 'The Worrier' I am The Warrior
Ham-free Half-breed
Scratch Your Knees Tragedy
Every time you go away, ...a piece of me with you
you take a piece of meat
with you...
Don't it make your eyebrows ...brown eyes blue?
blue?
JoJo was a man who thought ...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.
