Friday, September 20, 2013

Abby's Best-guess Song Lyrics, Vol. I

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

I! Oh!
Let's go!
I! Oh!
Let's go!
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...)