We are watching “You’ve Got Mail.”
ME: Did you hear that lyric?? “I’ve been around the world, had my pickle in a girl”????
HE: Hon, I think it was “Had my pick of any girl.”
ME: Oh.
HE: Yeah.
We are watching “You’ve Got Mail.”
ME: Did you hear that lyric?? “I’ve been around the world, had my pickle in a girl”????
HE: Hon, I think it was “Had my pick of any girl.”
ME: Oh.
HE: Yeah.
I used to think it was “I can see clearly now the rain is gone/I can see all popsicles in my way…” so the pickle phrase in understandable to me.
“Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playing
Happy nickels can’t be beat.”
Got one word right.
::cackle::
Awesome.
When my sister was little, she thought the lyrics to Lennon’s Give Peace a Chance were:
“Oh we are sailing! Give Jesus pants…”
When she was 7 she would sing this with great gusto. Later she submitted it and had it printed with an illustration in one of those “misheard lyrics” books.
just1beth — /I can see all popsicles in my way/
Hahahahaha! It makes me think of a kid going for his driver’s exam, doing little mental checks along the way: “Rearview, good. Sideview, good. Maintaining safe distance. Can see all popsicles in my way.”
Sal — I do prefer my nickels happy. Grumpy nickels are the WORST.
Marisa — Hahahahahaha! Please, yes, GIVE JESUS PANTS.
Seriously, I thought that’s what the song said. Here it is, this harmless little romantic comedy. Randy Newman comes on and starts singing — I would have SWORN — about his “pickle.” I mean, it’s adorable Meg Ryan and all of a sudden the whole thing goes blue!
I love misheard lyrics. When I was in sixth grade I thought ELO was singing about “Western Dulanda” and not the “last train to London”.
I wonder what kind of pants Jesus would wear… I’d put him in Levi button fly 501’s myself – the everyman pant.
Give Jesus Pants! Awesome.
I knew someone who enjoyed Glenn Frey’s 80’s Miami Vician heyday… you know, “You were born in the city/ Palm trees under your feet.”
We laughed at her for about five minutes before someone finally explained that cities have more “concrete” than “palm trees.” Her entirely reasonable reply was, “But there are palm trees in Miami!”
Brian — “Western Dulanda,” like, whaaa??? That is so funny.
NF — Yes, but if palm trees are under your feet, I think something catastrophic has happened.