When I was little, I had a favorite song.  At first it was Wicked Dots.  "Wicked Dots, Wicked Dots, Wicked Dots all over the ceiling".
I realized on my own that wasn't correct.  Silly me.  It was, of course, Wicked Ants.  
Hey, I'm from MA, everyone says "Wicked", right?  
I can not adequately describe the anger I felt when my father explained it was not Wicked Dots, nor was it Wicked Ants, but in fact it was "We Can Dance".
A la Men Without Hats, "The Safety Dance".
Now, my daughter, she has much better taste in music.  Granted, she goes for the odd Elmo CD or 2 or 1,000.  Given a choice though, right now she chooses "her" song, Trick or Treat, Throw it away  
Amazing taste.  It is currently one of my favorites.  
Although, my lyrics are somewhat different.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.
-----Linkin Park "Bleed it Out"
I'll never tell her, though.  Never correct her.  We will forever sing the song together.
"Trick or Treating, I throw it away,
I give it out,
Trick or Treating, I throw it away...."
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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3 comments:
Well, it wasn't a song - but I was in college before it dawned on me that people weren't saying "Up and Adam" (who the heck is Adam, anyway?).
I love the crazy misheard lyrics!
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