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: Go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole, to bury the castle, bury the castle.
The Misheard: Go get your chaffeur and we'll dig it deeper, to bury Picasso, bury Picasso.
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Real Lyric: I was bright, but she was much brighter
The Misheard: I was a bride, but she was much brider
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Real Lyric: Life in the fast lane
The Misheard: Find me the vaseline!
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Real Lyric: Highway to the Danger Zone Gonna take it right into the Danger Zone
The Misheard: I went to the Danger Zone!Right into the Danger Zone!
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Real Lyric: Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45 Brimful of Asha on the 45 Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45 Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow Everybody needs a bosom Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow Everybody needs a bosom Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow Everybody needs a bosom Mine's on the 45
The Misheard: Well it's a brimful of Asha your only 45Brimful of Asha on the 45Well it's a brimful of Asha your only 45Everybody needs a bosom full girlEverybody needs a bosomEverybody needs a bosom full girlEverybody needs a bosomEver
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Real Lyric: Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be. The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago.
The Misheard: Oh, the old gray mashie, ain't what she used to be,Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be.The old gray mashie, ain't what she used to be,Many long years ago.
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Real Lyric: Too high, can't come down Losing my head Spinning 'round and 'round Do you feel me now?
The Misheard: Do you really think I'm dumb?It's in the airAnd it's all aroundDo you feel me now?
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Real Lyric: She's tidied up and I can't find anything!
The Misheard: She's tied it up and I can't find anything!
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Real Lyric: Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
The Misheard: Soiled, Nude PantyhoseI’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
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Real Lyric: Buffalo Soldier... Dreadlock, Rasta...
The Misheard: Buffalo Soldier...Didn't like rasta...
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