Bonus and I were driving around town the other day when Katy Perry's "Fireworks" came on the radio. Imagine me trying not to snort Coke Zero out my nostrils and all over the dashboard of the hooptie when I heard this little tune coming from the backseat.
"Baby, I'm a pay you work. Come on let your color horse."
Now, unfortunately, I can identify with this type of slaughtering of songs. I was in college before I clued in that the song says "My eyes adored you."
I grew up singing "My eyes of Georgia."
Ummm, yeah. That's embarrassing...
Yes, I realize it didn't make any sense, but neither does "I am the eggman, I am the eggman, I am a walrus, Googoobajoob."
And when we were dating, I had to cautiously inform Mr. Incredible that Bryan Adam's "Summer of '69" does not say "Standing on your mama's bush." He doesn't like to be wrong, you know, but I couldn't let him walk around singing that version another day.
Apparently, that kind of thing runs in the family...