Misheard me

More of my misheard lyrics

Because I can’t type well today but I wanted to blog..we have….more of my misheard lyrics!  I cheated and started this one a while ago, I just put the finishing few lines on it tonight...ie Grace at the bottom.

Greased Lighting

Go Greased Lightning you’re burning up the photomat

You are supreme the chicks are cream

With Purple Fringe tail lights and 30 inch rims oh yeah

A pal on the dashboard and fill it with lots of tins oh yeah

You know I ain’t braggin she’s a real hussy wagon

Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover

That old boy gotta change you up alright

Down we shower each other

I’ll be your everything  tonight I’ll be your mother (oops this gross line was right)

I’ll do anything to free your pain be your mom you won’t feel no shame

Sucks for me there is no other

West End Girls

Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables in a western town

Western town the damn walls eastern boys and western girls

How much is meat

Have you got it together if so how often

From Lake Geneva to the filling station (or Hunan station, I later heard that) 

Bad Moon Rising

I see a brand new horizon

I see trouble on the wing

I see paraguay’s lightning

I see a bad time today

Don’t go out tonight it’s bound to take a light

There’s a bad man on the right

I hear hurricanes of glory

I feel rivers over flowing

I hear a voice of razor ruin

One eye is taking for a ride

One Night in Bangkok

Bangkok Oriental city but the city don’t know what the city is getting

The crème de la crème of the chest swelled in it

Time flies it doesn’t seem to tear it since material bar with the chest bars in it

All change and don’t you know when you play at this level there’s no ordinary menu

The bars and temples but of course aint free

You’ll find a God in every golden oyster

It’s a dive it’s a bar it’s really such a pity to be looking at the bar not looking at the city

Low down some and sweet sommerset up when the sommerset some sweet

You’ll find a God in every golden oyster

A little flesh a little history

And what I used to pray at lunch time when there was prayer in schools…

Saying Grace

Goddess grace, Goddess good

Let us thank him for our food

Buy his hands eat all our fed

Give us Lord our daily bread.

Ah-men

Imagine my confusion when I had a teacher’s Aide in kindergarten in the mid 70’s with the last name Gosset.  I called her Miss Goddess and thought we were praying to her.  I also thought she made Green Goddess dressing. Yes I went to church but we said a different prayer at home, not a rote one.

Well that was a look into my misread, misheard mind….