He's got to cuss sometimes and then talk

The story:

Bad Bad leroy Brown was one of my mothers favorite songs, and I heard it many times as a small child and would sing along with it. The mind of an 8-year old, who didn't know cars but did know it was bad to cuss, thought it Leroy must have really been bad if he had to cuss before he could talk sometimes.

Then on the way home on a vacation trip when I was 16, with my brand new drivers license in my wallet and taking my first turn at driving on a vacation, what comes on the radio but Bad Bad Leroy Brown. Everyone starts to sing... and without even considering that the words I came up with years before might not be wrong, I clearly sang out my version. And the whole car cracked up, with me sitting there saying, "What? What?? What is everybody laughing for?"

They finally explained it to me, but even to this day (I'm 37 as I write this) my mom still teases me. Especially if I actually do cuss, when she'll call me "Leroy".

Oh well :)