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 Satellite that have been submitted to this site and the old collection from inthe80s started in 1996.
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Beeping time for the mother station
or
Keeping time for the mother station
or
Peeping tomboy, your mother's stationed!
Peeping Tom for the mother station.
Blind no s*** of mine, is it genuine?
Blind notion of mine, is it genuine?
Going to lock myself in a corbeck room
Going to lock myself in a cold black room
I laugh about the metal contraption with eyes
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes
I laugh about this weatherman that looks like he died
I laugh about this weatherman's satellite eyes
Keeping time for the man in the station
Peeping Tom for the mother station.
Peeping Tom for the molestation
Peeping Tom for the Mother station
Rest high above the clouds aura special
Television with bats are a whirl and while I spend these hours
Five senses leaving
I laugh about this weatherman satelli-hite
Rest high above the clouds no restriction
Television we bounce round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes
Rest high above the clouds with no restriction
Tell religion we're bound here
And while I spend these hours
By senses feeling
I laugh about my weather in satellite's eyes.
Rest high above the clouds no restriction
Television we bounce round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes.
Rust high above the clouds who ate constrictions
Television rebounds from the whirl
And while I spend the hours
Five senses are eating me
I laugh about this sweater man's saddle come downs.
Rest high above the clouds, no restriction
Television we bounce 'round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes.
Tour my shack o' light.
Your my satellite.
Winter's cold spring races
and the car horn way up storm is chasin'
every single bee's a pacing
look up look down all around
it's saturday
saturday how'll I dream
someone's secrets you seem
eyes and ears are big
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasen
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down, all around,
hey satellite
Satellite headlines read
Someone's secrets you've seen
Eyes and ears have been
You must be grab a Katie
You must be gravitating
Your mice said a lie.
You're my satellite.