My kids probably have some talents, but the one I appreciate most is their ability to totally botch song lyrics.
I keep a journal for each kid of cute/funny things they've said or done over the years, dating back to birth, and I think 90 percent of the entries in the past five years are misheard and mis-sung lyrics.
The king of the mis-sung lyrics is G.
He is heavy right now into Queen, which has produced this:
Rushot!
Pushing down on me,
Pushing down on you,
I said don't stop.
We won't even discuss what Rushot is.
At first, we thought he was singing Russia, which might have actually made sense.
And I guess if you don't know what Rushot is (and we don't) you might actually want it pushing down on you and say "don't stop" when someone is pushing it on you.
G's misheard lyrics dates back many years.
A few years ago, before Papaw died, we visited his sisters in the country.
When we stopped for lunch, we heard Beyonce's All the Single Ladies.
Later, when we returned to the car, G started singing, "I'm a cigarette. I'm a cigarette."
As G gets into more and more music, I'm certain I'll have many more entries into his book.
Music lyrics and their bastardizations have become a bit of a tradition and source of wonderful memories for our family.
I keep a journal for each kid of cute/funny things they've said or done over the years, dating back to birth, and I think 90 percent of the entries in the past five years are misheard and mis-sung lyrics.
The king of the mis-sung lyrics is G.
He is heavy right now into Queen, which has produced this:
Rushot!
Pushing down on me,
Pushing down on you,
I said don't stop.
We won't even discuss what Rushot is.
At first, we thought he was singing Russia, which might have actually made sense.
And I guess if you don't know what Rushot is (and we don't) you might actually want it pushing down on you and say "don't stop" when someone is pushing it on you.
G's misheard lyrics dates back many years.
A few years ago, before Papaw died, we visited his sisters in the country.
When we stopped for lunch, we heard Beyonce's All the Single Ladies.
Later, when we returned to the car, G started singing, "I'm a cigarette. I'm a cigarette."
As G gets into more and more music, I'm certain I'll have many more entries into his book.
Music lyrics and their bastardizations have become a bit of a tradition and source of wonderful memories for our family.
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