Misheard lyrics (also called mondegreens) occur when people misunderstand the lyrics in a song. These are NOT intentional rephrasing of lyrics, which is called parody.
This page contains all the misheard lyrics for Music that have been submitted to this site and the old collection from inthe80s started in 1996.
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'Scuse me, make the meatball, come and get it.
Music makes the people come together.
Do you like my a**? It rocks.
Do you like my acid rock?
Do you like my ass and rod?
Do you like my acid rock?
Do you like to Boogie-Woogie?
Do you like f*ckin' rock?
Do you like to Boogie-Woogie
Do you like my acid rock?
Do you like to Boogie-Woogie?
Do you like my disco nun?
Do you like to Boogie-Woogie?
Do you like my acid rock?
Don't think of yesterday and better 'D'oh!' about the crack.
Think of yesterday and I don't look at the clock.
Hey Mister DJ
Put a rubber on
I'm Madonna and I dance with the ladies.
Hey Mister DJ
Put a record on
I wanna dance with my baby.
Hey Mister DJ
Preda con
I wanna dance with my baby.
Hey Mister DJ
Put a record on
I wanna dance with my baby.
Hey Mr. D-Train
Hey Mr. DJ
Hey Mr. D.J.,
Go to Hell you bum
I wanna dance with my baby
Hey Mr. D.J.,
Put a record on
I wanna dance with my baby
Hey Mr. DJ put a racket on
Hey Mr. DJ put a record on
Hey, Mr. Bean
Hey, Mr. DJ
Hey, Mr. Green Day
or
Hey, Mr. Green Bay
Hey, Mr. DJ
Hey, Mr. Peachy
Hey, Mr. DJ
Mu-sic, Makes the boys jumpy and irreverent
Mu-sic, makes the Bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music make the boys on stream at the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes Posh Spice seems as a rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes me wash my feet in the river
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the Beatles come together
Music makes the people come together
It kind of makes sense to mishear it that way, given the Beatles had a hit with a song titled "Come Together"!
Music makes the Buddha sing and the Rabbi dance.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel, yeah.
Music makes the beagles come together
or
Music makes the eagles come together
Music makes the people come together
Music makes the big boys come together
Music makes the people come together
Music makes the blood run free and the rhythm
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the bogies see the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeois drink the red bull
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the bourgeois sing out of rhythm.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie act bedeviled.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rabble.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie drive the rental.
or
Music makes the Bou ha!! see all the pebbles.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie have a rhythm.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie like da rebel
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie run forever.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie unravel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie wanna rebel
Music makes the bousiousie and the rebel
Music makes the boys crazy and the Rabbi.
Music makes the bourgeoise and the rebel.
Music makes the boys fuzzy, and they rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoise and the rebel.
Music makes the boys run free and forever.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the boys run free and the rebel
Makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the boys run free and then revel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the boys run free in the river.
Music, makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the boys waltz in to the rhythm
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rhythm
or
Music makes the voice wanna sing in the rhythm
or
Music makes the boys wanna sing in the rhythm
or
Music makes the boys wanna sing in the rhythm
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the boys wanna sleep with a rebel
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the boys want fee and in Heaven, again.
Music makes the burgeoise and the rebel.
Music makes the boys want me and forever.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the boys want me and the rebel.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the boys wash sing, and the devil.
Music and the bougeoise and the rebel.
Music makes the bush more green and red apples.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the bush walks in never ever.
Music makes the burgeosie and the rebel.
Music makes the bush woozy and the rebel
Makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the keyboard come together
Music makes the people come together
Music makes the people come together
Music makes the bulls rush in at the level
Music makes the people come together
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music makes the punch-line seem ever-ever!
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music makes the wash machine and a rebel
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music, makes me push my seat as a rebel.
Music, makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music, makes me wash my feet in the river
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music, makes the boys all sing, on their album.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music, makes the boys run free with the devil
Makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music, makes the bushman sing and the rabbi.
Mu-sic, makes the Bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music, makes the bwah-wha-see (garbled bit) and the never.
Music, makes the Bourgeoisie and the rebel.
Music, mix the bourgeoisie with the rebels
Music, makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Music
Makes a meatball
Come and get it
Music
Makes the people
Come together
Think of yesterday and I don't look at the cock
Think of yesterday and I don't look at the clock
Well I always knew you liked it?
Well I always knew you liked your a** in rot.
Do you like to Boogie-Woogie?
Do you like my acid rock?
You stink makes the people some together
Music makes the people come together
You stink, makes the paintball come together.
Music, makes the people come together.
You're sick
or
You're thick
Music