lyrical

As I was drying my hair the other morning, I started singing the best version of "Tiny Dancer" out there: “Hold me closer, Tony Danza…” Phoebe from Friends thought it was Tony Danza and now I can’t sing it any other way.

I then started thinking about all the “Oh, those aren’t the lyrics?” experiences I’ve had over the years. I really got myself laughing (this often happens when I have to get ready when Doug's already gone--I resort to self-joke-telling.) Please allow me to share a few that I remembered:

- I was under the impression that Ace of Base song was called “I saw the sun.” I have since learned it is not.
- [This one is a stretch, but I was 5 so throw me a bone] I used to think that one part of “Red Red Wine” was “Red red riding hood you make me feel so fine-ing hood…” or something like that. I know—I don’t want to talk about it.
- My dad used to tell us that the lyrics were “Bring me an iron lung” instead of “Bring me an iron love.” It works so well that I like to sing it my dad’s way.
- Some friends [I’m protecting your identity] and I thought it was “Big pimpin’ spinnin’ cheese.” Turns out it’s spinnin’ Gs. Apparently someone told us “cheese” was ghetto-speak, and so for a good 3 years we lived that lie.
*Get THIS: The Pfeiffers made me second-guess myself, so after searching the internet, I learned it's either "spendin' Gs" or "spendin' cheese" depending where you look. Maybe we were semi-right all along!*
- Sarah thought the Doobie Brother’s song was “Wooooahhh what the people say” instead of “Wooooahhh listen to the music.” I can’t even begin to think how she heard that. [Apparently I’m not interested in protecting your identity, sorry man.]

You gotta love how the human mind works.

So, have you been there before?