I have a really bad habit of singing along to songs I don’t know. I like to sing. It makes me happy. And if I feel so inspired, I don’t really mind if I’ve never heard the song before. I try and predict the next note, and sometimes I’m right….
This bad habit extends to songs I do know, but whose lyrics I’m slightly confused about. I get it in my head that the line should be one way—the first way I heard it—and despite the world being “itch,” and not “bitch,” I feel like it’s OK to give my own interpretation.
Then there’s the songs I just have no idea about. Do you remember that scene from Tommy Boy where Chris Farley and David Spade are trying to sing along to It’s the End of the World as We Know It? “Six o’clock, TV hour, hum-diddy-dum-dum, du….” Yeah. Does anyone know the words to that song? Or how about Bruce Springsteen’s Blinded by the Light—did he really just say “revved up like a douche?” Read More »



