Oh, Cecelia, you're breaking my heart, you're shaking my coffee cup daily.

The story:

I was twelve, spending time at my uncle's house listening to his old albums, lying on the couch with the headphones on, facing away from the door and singing my heart out. Suddenly there were three thirty something men standing over me laughing. My uncle and two of his friends had come in and heard me singing the wrong words. He was one of my heroes cause in the early 70's he wore long hair and did lots of cool things including listening to lots of music I thought was cool. I jumped up to run out of the room, but forgot to take the headphones off which pulled me back and I fell on the floor and they laughed even harder. I called my mom to come pick me as soon as possible. He apologized but said when they heard the words I was singing they couldn't help themselves.