2013-01-31 / Community

How’s that again?

Lois A. Corcoran Lois A. Corcoran Awhile back, I met this huge bear of a dog, friendly as all get out, and tried to tell my husband about it.

“Have you ever seen a great pyrenees?” I asked him.

A strange look came over his face as he repeated what he thought I said. “... a great pair of knees?” The visual led to peels of laughter, and we never did return to the original topic.

Our family has a long history of mishearing things - like the time a 6-year-old classmate came to visit our son. When my husband checked in on our audibly-challenged CB, I told him, “Kelly’s playing with Alicia Mott.” A long pause ensued before Dan replied. “He’s playing with a piece of mop...?”

Kelly’s misheard a few gems himself. He was all of four when something odd occurred. Though I don’t recall the details, the incident prompted Dan to whistle “The Twilight Zone” theme. Upon hearing this, our young son said, “Papa’s singing the Toilet Song!”

Song lyrics are a whole ‘nother arena. My mother still laughs about how she thought “Birth of the Blues” was “Birds of the Blue”. Ironically, she won theater tickets from a radio contest when she named that tune with her erroneous title.

Recently, I giggled my way through a book called “’Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy” by Gavin Edwards and Chris Kalb. It lists misheard lyrics for songs from early rock through the 90s and includes hilarious illustrations.

The collection contains the Beatles’ tune, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”. Some confused listener misinterpreted the kaleidoscope line as “The girl with colitis goes by.”

In search of more lyrical booboos, I discovered FileSoup.com. Someone must have been hungry when he sang Billy Joel’s tune, “You May be Right.” Though his new version made sense, he was slightlyspecialistoff theschedulemark with,February“You made the rice. I made the gravy. But it just may be some tuna fish you’re lookin’ for.”

We don’t need music to mess up in this family though. When the phone rang the other day, our son heard Dan’s voice on the answering machine. “Kell hollered to pick up,” I told my Better Half on the other end of the line.

“Howard told you to pick up?” asked Dan, wondering who Howard was and why he was in our kitchen.2013:Layout 1 1/24/2013 10:21

I hope he’s here to translate.

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