I am going over to Mom's house for dinner.
I walk in. The house smells wonderful. There is music playing and Mom is in the kitchen, cooking and singing. "Hi Mom," I say.
"There's mud all over the door," sings Mom. She turns to me, "Hi Hon!" then back to her skillet and singing. "There's mud all over the door."
"Uh, Mom?" I say.
"What?" says Mom. "There's MUD all OVER the door!"
I turn down the radio. "It's 'Let my love open the door,'" I say pronouncing each word. "That's what Pete Townshend is singing in the song. He's not singing, 'There's mud all over the door.' He's saying, 'Let my love open the door.'"
"Oh," she says, deflating. Her eyes shift left then right as she considers this.
"Let my love open the door," I sing, a demonstration. I nod, bob my eyebrows up and down. "No mud," I say. "Love."
Mom blinks at me.
"Love not mud," I say. "No mud."
"Oh yeah?" says Mom. "Well, I like the mud version." She cranks up the radio and belts out, "There's mud all over the door!"
Sorry, Pete, but Mom is clearly the winner on this one.
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Effin Hilarious!
You cannot argue with a mom...she knows best. ALWAYS! Even if not, it's best not to argue.
you mena sits not mus all over the door???
me and your mother have it right. I am sorry even Petes got it wrong
WE WONT GET FOOLED AGAIN!! !NO NO NO
HAA!HAA!HAA!
I FLIPPIN love song mess ups! I LOVE THEM!
Remember all the fuss over the words to Manfred Mann's Blinded by the Light? I always thought it was, "wrapped up like a douche, you know they rode her in the night," but that's just me. (Just checked it. It's, "revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night". I like my version better.)
Remember The Who's Long Live Rock? I thought they said Long Eared Rock.
I was 12. Shut up.
How do we know the first draft of the song was not, "There's mud all over the door"?
I mean, "Yesterday" was supposedly, "Ham & Eggs" for the first two weeks.
A good line from "let my love.." is "come on and give me a chance to say.." Pete's opened up a lot in the last 15 years spilling what his lyrics mean to him. Very unusual for him. He's the best, or he's one of the best musicans who do not care how you, me, we, interpret them.
For Pete it's more about the music. Lyrics are important, but not nearly as much as the music. I know he'd be proud of Erin's mom and he'd love to play his guitar while mom sings, "There's MUD all OVER the door!"
'scuse me, while I kiss this guy.
My son loves to rock out to the Beach Boys, particularly She's My Littlest Girl.
It doesn't help that I don't know what a deuce coupe is, either.
Dear Erin,
Excuse me while I kiss this guy.
Sincerely,
Jimi Hendrix
Huh? This is dejavoo!!!
I knew a girl who licked mud from a door. She ate snails too.
Barenaked Ladies: "Chickity China the Chinese chicken. Have a drumstick and your brains stops tickin"
I always heard a vagina somewhere in there.
Okay, bloggers, I've got to get back at it. I'm scrubbing all my doors.
Eff!
The kids are away. The sxK and I are having love all over the floor. And the door.
No mud involved yet.
Not to forget John Fogerty singing, "There's a bathroom in the right."
There is a song that drives me crazy , not Petes but an old Three Dog Night number, "One is the Loneliest Number"I forget who the lead singer is but I swear If it ever comes on the oldies station listen close and tell me he is not saying ( One ith the loneliest numbber) he cannot say "is" I swear its this almost put me over the edge years ago and now the sudden return of the memory makes me want to hide the steak knives from myself!
Once again..
I love your mom..
Stray Cat Strut:
My old father chases mice around.
REAL words: I don't bother chasing mice around
Led Zeppelin:
There's a wino down the road...
REAL words: as I wind on down the road
I would seriously consider submitting this one to kissthisguy.com
its the database of misheard lyrics.
There's a word (and, of course, a website) for this, Erin. The word (and the website): "Mondegreen." As they say, you can look it up. However, let me just say that my fave of all time is Dave Barry's version of the first lines to the Beach Boys' "Help Me Rhonda.":
Well since you put me down
There've been owls pukin' in my bed.
I have to admit it but I'm with your mom on this one, Erin! Funny, we were just talking about song lyrics that you get wrong on our podcast that we will air next week! There must be something in the air...
Hey Erin, your mom's cool to listen to The Who.
I've already started annoying my teenage daughters with this trick, when I need alone time.
They think I'm the biggest idiot ever.
Oh, well. Kiss your mom for me!
The last Twenty years my buddy Lance has been called "Milo" because he used to sing that song "let Milo open the door..." Just Damn!
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