Poetic licence, my arse!
Oct. 12th, 2006 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cheekbones3Some 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.
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