|
Every time I read the title of this thread I'm reminded of the mondegreen Maxell used in a tape ad years back:
Get up in the mornin, sleeping for bread sir.
Sold out to every monk and beef-head.
Oh-oh, me ears are alight.
Why find my kids, they buck up and a-leave me.
Darling cheesehead, I was yards to greasy.
Oh-oh, me ears are alight.
|