Remember when you were young and you heard a song you liked, and you didn't know the words so you just made up your own? Don't all kids do that? It's hysterical thinking about the words I came up with for some songs.
Every time you go away, you take a piece of poop...and eat it!
(Correct words- Every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you) Laugh all you want! I think I was like seven when I composed the poop words. By the way, check out the link above to see how craptastic Paul Young's hair was.
But did you ever listen to the same song, say ten years later, and finally figure out what the real words were?
Um yea, that happened to me recently. I was in my car, singing along to the fantastic song, "Low" by Cracker....
A million poppies gonna make me sleep. Just one row and it knows your name. The fruit is rusting on the vine. The fruit is calling from the trees.
And then it hit me.....
Holy shit, this song is about drugs. So I had to listen to it again, just to make sure.
Hey! Don't you wanna go down? Like some disgraced cosmonaut. A million miles below their feet....
Who knew?! It's still a good song. I like drug songs. I don't discriminate. Hellooooo Mr. Tambourine Man?
Here's the song in all its glory. Takes me back to 1994 and my high school days...and believe it or not, I never did drugs. I'm just crazy like this naturally.
Maybe that's why I never "got" this song?