I've been thinking about popular music lately for a couple of reasons.
Last night, WCB opened the drawer that holds all of our CDs and flung them out onto the floor one by one. Jay and I were horrified, not because of the mess she was making, but because we noticed that we apparently haven't purchased a new CD since 1995. As the pile mounted, it soon became clear that we are Officially Lame. Hootie and the Blowfish? Jewel? Alanis Morissette? Are these people even still alive? And don't get me started on Jay's Boyz II Men collection.
Then there are a few that defy explanation. The Monkees' Greatest Hits? I know that one is mine, but I don't know why. We're going to have to get a baby-proof lock on that drawer, not just to keep WCB out, but to keep the Lameness Vibes from oozing all over the rest of the house.
Now for the second reason I've been thinking about music: A few posts ago, I wrote about how much I like stupid song parodies. Someone named Spechtster left the following comment:
Along the lines of stupid song parodies... I read an article about a guy who thought the Rolling Stones' "Beast of Burden" lyrics were actually "Never... Leave... Your Pizza Burnin'"!
Ah! Misunderstood lyrics! The equally funny cousin of stupid song parodies! I once had a professor who admitted he always thought "Do the Hustle!" was really "Tuna hotdog!" I used to work with a girl who thought the chorus of "Rock Me Amadeus" went, "Hot potatoes, hot potatoes ... hot potatoes ..."
Then there's me. About eight years ago, there was a song called "Sex and Candy" that played on the radio every five seconds. (I just looked it up online. It was by a one-hit wonder group called Marcy Playground and spent 15 weeks at number one). The chorus went, "I smell sex and ... can-day here ..." but for months I was convinced they were actually singing, "I smell sexy ... camel leg hair ..."
I'm admitting this, because I know I can't be the only one. I'm inviting you all to send me your own tales of misunderstood lyrics -- the other "sexy camel leg hairs" that have occurred in your own music-listening lives. C'mon. You know you want to.
In the meantime ... Tuna hotdog! Doo doo doo doo dooodooodooodooodooo ....