The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
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Real Lyric: It's easy as fishin', you could be a musician, and you could make tunes loud or mellow.
The Misheard: It's easy as fishin, you could be a beautician, and you could make 'doos loud or yellow.
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Real Lyric: She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
The Misheard: She gets too hot and dizzy don't touch her.
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Real Lyric: I misheard the whole frickin song... "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy" A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I couldn't understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh I couldn't understand You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand I never understood, don't f**k with me, uh-huh
The Misheard: What's the frequency, Kenneth to shore. It's a dream, uh huh. I was pinned down, locked out, not not up to speed I thought I picked you from Idiot's stream Town of action from an insider's screen Another oyster, got nothing to say further You were a
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Real Lyric: bring your nickles, tap your feet
The Misheard: Singing disco can't be beat
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Real Lyric: Happy ever after in the market place, Molly lets the children lend a hand
The Misheard: Happy on a rafter in the market place Molly lets the chicken eat her hand
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Real Lyric: Ba-ba-ba-ba-Barbara Ann Barbara Ann take my hand
The Misheard: Bop-bop-bop bop-bop barram Bop Arram please take my hand
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Real Lyric: Nothing but pennies in my pocket
The Misheard: nothing but candies in my pocket
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Real Lyric: Oh come lets us adore Him
The Misheard: Oh come let us ignore Him
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Real Lyric: funk soul brother
The Misheard: funk so rubber
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Real Lyric: Revved up like a deuce another roamer in the night
The Misheard: wrapped up like a deuche another roller in the night
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