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I think I’m pretty well on record here as not being a lyrics guy. I have difficulty deciphering them and if I do, I could often<\/em> care less. <\/p>\n So I’m sure we all have misunderstood lyric stories. I had a friend in high school that was certain Hendrix was singing “‘scuse my while I kiss this guy.” I’ve heard that’s a common one.<\/p>\n I’ve got one that goes beyond just misunderstanding and goes to a complete lack of<\/em> understanding.<\/p>\n A fraternity brother of mine, a few years older, a jock and huge and manly (I think I remember people saying that he almost played in the NFL) was a super nice guy but hardcore guy<\/strong> all the way. <\/p>\n We were sitting around drinking Old Style<\/strong> in the can one night and someone asked the question, What woman sung about in a song would you most like to do?<\/em> Some answers I recall; “Farmer John’s Daughter”, “Gloria”, the lady that has the “line that runs up the back of the stockings” and my big macho friend says “Lola”<\/ins><\/strong>. RkohJqB_ZD4] We scurry away.<\/p>\n Got any misunderstood lyric stories? Got a girl in a song that you’d like to tap?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" M0KXIQAT9FM] I think I’m pretty well on record here as not being a lyrics guy. I have difficulty deciphering them and if I do, I could often care less. So I’m sure we all have misunderstood lyric stories. I had a friend in high school that was certain Hendrix was singing “‘scuse my while I […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[342],"tags":[204],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1603"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1603"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1603\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1603"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1603"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1603"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nWe laugh. He looks confused. We explain. He thinks we’re giving him the business. We put it on. He gets furious, storms off to the bathroom, rips a sink out of the wall.<\/p>\n