Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s dictionary words are: replevy, trigraph, hilum, decastitch, toruffled, ynambu, and dovekie. Please have these words looked up and placed in suitable sentences ready for Professor Mouldie first thing after breakfast tomorrow morning. Should the professor turn up wearing a black silk eye-mask, a long black cloak, and swishing a rapier around, you must not allow this to distract you from your studies.

‘I send my fruiterer to you-oo-oo.’
‘I want every bandana, never never…’
‘Wupping in the heart, oh cross-face!…’
‘Now get tubing, you know you’re pulled girl.’
‘It’s time we merry turn around – two hearts liars!’
‘Slime on the hollow boat, end, end!’
‘Shiver burn, souls, the time lids are even.’
‘Whoo, whoo, whoo…’
‘I’m under the countess old… Fold apart, go!’
‘Inch we firm girl, understand me now?’
‘Oh, oh – all the melting conversations…’
‘He kissed your verbs girl.’
‘Heaters, heaters, time is on the anvil.’
‘Jip jip jip, all packed and whole.’
‘Oh, meepy – justice on me-ee-ee.’
‘How sweet, how lonely, heaven bee-girl…’
‘Are you smoky? Can I speak peaches?’
‘A Mary mountain, I keep shelves of greed.’
‘Mother Time, one day I’ll grease my drain…’
‘A reader tub moves sunshine backwards.’
‘Shoobie you know, press on only caramel!’
‘Riding on – what they say is dry…’

If you have found the above a bit puzzling you might like to read a sort of explanation of how these lines are compiled.
Click here.

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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3 Responses to Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

  1. I was running yesterday. I passed two women talking. In the couple of seconds I was there, I heard, “He went out and bought a hot tub. Now, he has no return ticket in his possession. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get home. The next morning at breakfast, he said…” Then I moved out of earshot.

    — this is why I like your misheard song lyrics so much. This stuff is just drifting all around out there, gold for the taking!

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