Wrapped Up Like A Douche
I love to make fun of others for their mondegreens, especially Biggy. One memorable one I caught him singing was "That deaf, dumb, and black kid, sure plays a mean pinball." There was almost no convincing him it was 'blind.' Georgia's friend Mary Katherine thought the Stones' "Angie" was "I inject." Jack sang the Cranberries' "Linger" as "get it later" instead of "let it linger." (He also thought a sneeze required "Bleshu" until he was seven and that it was "lactose and tolerant" until about two minutes ago). I myself confused the usual song lyrics growing up but prided myself on having outgrown such things until recently. A couple of weeks ago, I was jogging, listening to a random mix on my Shuffle, when the old Aerosmith song came on, and I started singing along, "Sing women, sing for the years, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,"--as I've sung it for--what--about thirty years. It was only as I paused to catch my breath for a moment, that I noted the actual words of the song.