Chased by a goose
And you’re to blame
Darlin’ you give aggressive waterfowl
A bad name
Well this cow was made for milkin’
And that’s just what you’ll do
One of these days that cow’s gonna get revenge
And the milk will come from you
John Wayne Gacy’s mom has got it goin’ on
She’s on my trail
And I can only hide for long
Help me can’t you see?
She’s got it in for me
I hope I might be wrong but
I’m on the run from John Wayne Gacy’s mom
Okay, your turn
Stolen from another blog I haven’t visited in eons, but oh well.
"…And maybeeee
You’d also make delicious gravyyyy
'Cuz after all
You’re my Butterballll™… "
Our cat
In the middle of the street
Dead, flat
There was nothing left to eat
These are wonderful.
Anna Nicole’s mama said I don’t wanna see Anna fall down again". Really , this song is the gold standard of misheard lyrics.
When we were kids, my brother and I used to sing:
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh,
You’re standing on my toe-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
And a friend just posted this on on FB:
Gimme a laser on the road that I must follow
To which I responded:
Gimme a laser in the darkness of the ni-i-ight
Salt.
Oh, pepper pepper.
You are my seasoning girl
And you got me wanting you