My friends had known that I sang the lyrics wrong but never corrected me. So they entered me to sing "Man named Monday" in a contest at Karoke night at BW3s, which I normally would reject, but I had a few cocktails in me! I am an awful singer anyways. When it came time for the chorus I stopped singing and said, "What the F* does it say Manic Monday for? This machine is all messed up... the lyrics are Man Named Monday." Half the bar saw me around campus the next week and reminded me of my wrong doing...
