Posted on September 24th, 2008 by Scraps.
Categories: Music, Songs, Lyrics.
I used to send my misheard lyrics to my pal Gavin, but since he's retired from the mondegreen-documenting business, I figure I should document mine in a small way here*.
Today I was idly listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd's Second Helping for the first time, and I swear I heard them sing:
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Kurtis Blow
Turns out the guy was actually named "Curtis Loew". As is so often the case with these things, I think I prefer mine.
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