I remember my mother telling me that, as a young child, she always assumed that the King liked plums because of the line in the National Anthem that went "Send him Victorias . . . "
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In 1956 we lived in a flat above a greengrocer's. At the time Doris Day was singing Que Sera, Sera. When it came to the line, "...the future's not ours to see" all I could sing was, "The fruit shop's not ours to see".
CCR gave up fighting it and occasionally sang that version live, Hopkirk. Hendrix would also sing "Scuse me while I kiss this guy" and snog the bass player.
Lots of people, including me, thought that Meghan Trainor was singing "All about that bass, no trouble" until Radio 2's Chris Evans corrected a colleague on air by telling him that she actually sings "no treble".
Similar to Buenchico's, when we sang hymns in infant school, I was convinced that God had a motorbike because we sang Halleluyah, his the Triumph, his the victory alone.
As for a misheard lyric, when I was 18 months old, I always wondered who or what Burdadoo was. My Mum always had the radio on when she baked or did housework and I heard a man singing, "I don't know why I love you Burdadoo"
Gimme one night, yeah.
Gimme one hope, hey.
Just gimme, ah.
One man, one man,
One bar, one night,
One day, hey, hey.
Just gimme gimme, gimme, gimme
Fried chicken.
Vision [fading]
This stems from an old poem which contains the lines, "... they have slain my lord of Atholl and laid him on the green" which was misheard as Lady Mondegreen.