Sam has the habit of getting two or three lines from a song stuck in his head and then singing them over... and over... and over again... while he's playing with his cars.
Easter Sunday, 2019, here's the earworm / mondegreen he planted in all our heads...
"I hate to tell you, Leroy...
I wanna be a boy!"
I did tell him what the real lyrics should be, and he even sang them... once... before reverting to his own version. And quite rightly too - after all, what does the 20th Century mean to someone born in 2013? It's where all the old fogies came from.
"I hate to tell you, Leroy...
I wanna be a boy!"
I think I now prefer this to the original. No idea who Leroy is though.
Enjoy your Easter bank holiday.
Bolan's lyrics were always impenetrable at the best of times - lucky he had the monster tunes to (more than) back 'em up.
ReplyDeleteAnyone who makes a hit out of rhyming Deborab with Zebra is a maverick lyrical genius in my eyes.
DeleteVery cute. I prefer that lyric too.
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