Poetic licence, my arse!

[cheekbones3]

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.

Comments

[peerietrows.livejournal.com]

Life by Desree has the worlds' worst lyrics: I'm afraid of the dark Especially when I'm in a park When there's no one else around Oh I get the shivers I don't wanna see a ghost It's the sight that I fear most I'd rather have a piece of toast Watch the evening news

[cheekbones3.livejournal.com]

Ye gods that's bloody awful!