Saturday Random Post: Really Bad Lyrics edition.
Overheard this morning on NPR’s Cartalk.
From a song leading into one of the breaks:
300 miles to Winnemucca
I drive a van; I ain’t no trucka’
Top that if you can.
Image: John Constable, “The Hay Wain,” 1821. Location: The National Gallery, London. Source: Wikimedia Commons.
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May 10, 2008 at 3:45 pm
I can only think of examples of forced rhymes that actually work: Lyle Lovett’s “…Put down that fly swatter/And get me some ice water”; and Tom Waits’ “…Don’t have to ask permission/If I wanna go out fishin’.”
May 11, 2008 at 2:28 pm
All I can think of at the moment is Steve Miller:
Abra-abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya.
But this could go on forever.
May 18, 2008 at 10:59 pm
How about the verse from The Decemberists’ song _Sons and Daughters_:
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We’ll leave our tracks untraceable now
May 27, 2008 at 1:27 pm
I really thought this comment thread would have a hundred examples by now.
One I heard this morning, Sting’s De Do Do Do:
And when their eloquence escapes me
Their logic ties me up and rapes me
Uh, Sting baby, their eloquence has escaped you (in, by the way, a structurally similar way to Hillary’s late gaffe).