Some misheard song lyrics over the hubbub of the noisy cafe…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s early 19th c. expletive is ‘Blow me tight!’
From Pierce Egan’s Life in London of 1821 via Bozzimacoo: Origins and Meanings of Oaths & Swearwords (1975) by Mary Marshall.
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‘Oh-ee-oh, Oh-ee-oh…’
‘Plant form, want you now!’
‘Ploh, ploh, baby now.’
‘You pap!… Keep me waiting…’
‘The birds are sing.’
‘Keepy none, none…’
‘Santy sneakers really could be-ee.’
‘Pooky pooky pow, yeah yeah yeah…’
‘All na na… All na na…’
‘Celebate see see, I still don’t know on.’
‘Hoy-hoy pretty cat!’
‘Moon lay me down.’
‘Good gravy, whoo-whoo, can’t go on-nn…’
‘Kiss now, together the night.’
‘You are my friend.’
‘Oh unify your singing.’
‘In my shoes, you know it know it girl.’
‘You see tools and leave…’
‘What now? What now?’
‘Oh why-e-eye, why-e- eye?’
‘What’s stopping you baby?’
‘Winsome, go back tight – oh my brain…’
‘Whamma stamp-o-lee-ee!…’
‘Who-oo-ooh.’
‘New, New York, New York, baybee baybee.’
‘Everybody say, yay-yay, yay-yay!’
‘Damsons damsons, I doop doop.’
‘Oh no, don’t tell me that…’
‘Igor wizard only just duck now.’
‘Oh, yay, yay, yay…’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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