Poetic licence, my arse!
Some lyrics are just not good enough, and this particular gem reduced my to giggles while at work this morning:
From Billy Joel - Piano Man:
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin.
I'm sorry Billy, I just don't want that sort of imagery! I reckon that sort of thing has a very poor pleasure to potential damage ratio too.
From Billy Joel - Piano Man:
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin.
I'm sorry Billy, I just don't want that sort of imagery! I reckon that sort of thing has a very poor pleasure to potential damage ratio too.