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: Dirty little freaks
The Misheard: Dirty little feet
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Real Lyric: before we get much older
The Misheard: before we get a daughter
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Real Lyric: And the beards have all grown longer overnight.
The Misheard: And the fields of thought grow longer overnight.
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Real Lyric: And the slogans are replaced by the by.
The Misheard: And the slogans are a face wide a mile.
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Real Lyric: Where's the party? I want to free my soul.
The Misheard: I will go down with this s**t and I won't burb my hands up and surrender there will be no white flag above my toe...
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Real Lyric: Otto, why didn't you run, Otto Wood's done dead and gone, Otto, why didn't you run, When the sheriff pulled out that .44 gun.
The Misheard: Hop-toad, why didn't you run,Hop-toad's done dead and gone,Hop-toad, why didn't you run,When the sheriff pulled out that .44 gun.
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Real Lyric: Now you bake right (uh-huh) with Martha White (yes, ma'am), Goodness gracious, good and light, Martha White, Now you'll bake better biscuits, cakes, and pies, 'Cause Martha White self-rising flour, The one all-purpose flour, Martha White self-rising flour, it's got Hot-Rize.
The Misheard: Now you bake plang (uh-huh) with Martha White (yes, ma'am), Goodness gracious, goodness alive, Martha White,Now you'll bake better biscuits, cakes, and pies,'Cause Martha White's a rising flower,The one all-purpose flower,Martha White
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Real Lyric: California dreaming, On such a winter's day.
The Misheard: First...California dreaming,I'll touch you anyway.Then I realized this was stupid, and I changed it to...California dreaming,I'll touch you in a day....meaning, of course, that I could get on a plane tomorrow and
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Real Lyric: Whatcha doin' and you're layin' on your back, aahh...
The Misheard: Micka chicka micka digga ma dit, aahh...
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Real Lyric: She's got a competition clutch with four on the floor, And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar, And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid, There's one more thing, I've got the pink slip, Daddy. And comin' off the line when the light turns green, She blows 'em outa the water like you've never seen, I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer, When I get rubber in all four gears. She's my little Deuce Coupe You don't know what I've got, She's my little Deuce Coupe You don't know what I've got, She's my little Deuce Coupe You don't know what I've got.
The Misheard: She's got a competition clutch with four on the floor, And she purrs like a kitten till the egg buys more,And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid,There's one more thing, I've got a big slick, Daddy.And comin' off the li
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