24 February, 2011


And laid him on the green

I'm sorry, till the day I die I will continue to hear

Play that funky music right boy


Play that fuckng music, white boy

despite the inherent unlikeliness of that interpretation; the mondegreen is too deeply etched into the furrows of may ageing brain.

So it goes.

Me too. In fact, until now, I didn't know that wasn't the right lyric!

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