Barbara Ann
I think it is supposed to be: Went to a dance looking for romance, saw Barbara Ann and I thought I would take a chance.
What I sing: Went to a dance looking for romance, saw Barbara Ann and I thought I wet my pants.
Son of a Preacher Man
What they are:The only boy that could ever reach me was the son of a preacher man.
What I sing: The only boy who could ever teach me was the son of a pizza man.
Livin' La Vida
What they are: Her lips are devil red.
What I sing: Her lips are deviled eggs.
Just exposing you to more of my musical stylings
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3 comments:
Thank you so much for inserting a song into my head that will run for hours...you are just wonderful, my sistah!
Which one are you humming? I sang son of a pizza man all evening to the dismay of my fellow students at my sewing class!
Yep, that's the one.
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