Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s featured fruit is the interloping mango among the tangerines in the bowl on the escritoire.

‘Oh, why I trap with you girl…’
‘Evil to the seas, again!’
‘Tell me I got a nippy…’
‘A wall walking, oh oh oh!…’
‘Whoo, whoo, like your lighting eyes!’
‘Kiss me in the rain like a scythe.’
‘Calling a frown down-down Baby.’
‘Cold wrapping… Where, where?…’
‘Along carry tomorrow and keep me in, yeah!’
‘A long time sewer, now I discover!’
‘Oh you, oh you, oh you – three slurries hard.’
‘Now forever December, na na na na…’
‘Mordant knows, bedder dis now girl!’
‘My lady, a song, a smile. Whoa! Whoa!’
‘There’s a copper, and there’s another!’
‘There’s a song with grit in your smile now…’
‘Deep in, oh I don’t. Me aims to ride!’
‘Oranges are soap, throwing out, yes, no, keeping you.’
‘In night time, in your hair even…’
‘It’s alright, it’s alright, here comes my dreams.’
‘Oh oh, what a train set, a no-no string!’
‘Wendy sun go down, cloudy in my head.’
‘Here is my love, brown and golf.’
‘And all the raisins seem changed now…’
Why not copy this out onto a postcard and send it to someone you don’t like?

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

  1. Dana Doran says:

    Well, to answer your question, I might!…yesterday, I related the idea of donning a tea cozy as a hair piece (painting on a mustache with burnt cork ….singing Rule Britannia… a shopping mall) to my husband while drinking our martini’s. We both burst into laughter, deciding ultimately that if one needed free room and board, that would be the way to attain such! You see, sadly public America has no sense of humor…..if its funny, its perpetrator must have violated some rule or regulation!

    • Dave Whatt says:

      Oh dear, I’m sure public America can’t really be that stiff and po-faced – or can it? I know little of such far away things…
      But, of course, the question hanging in the air is: do you actually have a tea cosy? I thought that they might not exist anywhere outside the UK… Some wit, once said/wrote: ‘Anyone finding themselves alone in a room with a tea cosy surely can not resist putting it on their head…’

  2. annij67 says:

    Walt Whitman’s cry was, “I sing the body electric…” I cry, I crave the brain absurd.

  3. “Its night time, in your hair even” hmm that’s an interesting thought. 🙂 Night time hair, as opposed to “bedhair” which many models seem to aspire to with their pouting faces and suchlike.

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