It's finally happened. Abby's started learning songs that she hears without any coaching or encouragement from us, which means she's bound to misinterpret what she hears as the actual lyrics a good percentage of the time.
If my own childhood is any indication (anyone remember a little song called When We Make Gloves, aka When We Make Love by Alabama?), this is just the beginning of many fun years' worth of good old-fashioned lyric-mangling.
And so, I introduce to you:
Beat It- Michael Jackson
Feet it, feet it
Feet it, feet it,
No one wants da feet, defeated...
Blitzkrieg Bop- The Ramones
Let's creep up!
Why Am I the One- Fun
Come on, come on, come on,
I'm always thinkin' that the worst is yet to come.
Why am I the one always picking up my socks?
(It's true though- she is always picking up her socks- to put them over her hands like mittens, on her dolls like clothes, or around small toys like small stretchy baggies- just never to actually put them away...)