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 Young Americans that have been submitted to this site and the old collection from inthe80s started in 1996.
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Ain't that close to love?
Ain't that poster love?
Ain't there a woman like a sock on the jaw?
Ain't there a woman I can sock in the jaw?
Ain't there a woman that can suck on the jewelry?
Ain't there a woman I can sock in the jaw?
But the freak's at his toilet for nothing
But the freak and his type all for nothing
Have you been a hung American?
Just you and your idle, sinful sex-sofa
Never-never everywhere and
Not a Miss that's from the ghetto
Well, well, well, do you carry a paper
That he keeps just in case of depression
Sit on your handsome bus, its a viper
Bussing with all those Afro-sceners
Ain't those boys for love?
Well, ain't that girl for love?
It ain't that far to go.
Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll.
Have you been a hung American?
Just you and your idol Sybille sets over
Never, never, everywhere and
Mother misfit from the ghetto
Well, well,well, would you carry a briefcase?
Just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on the bus of survivors
Laughing at all the apple stealers
Ain't that most of all
Well ain't that close to love
Well it ain't that far to go.
Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll.
Her bread-winner takes up the bathroom floor.
Liquid just be twenty years,
Till we have to die for the fifth team, oh.
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor,
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
Hitler retired without Nurenberg judging him.
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Doug Quaid adds: "He sings it so fast and incoherently that, even to this day, it really sounds like that; not to mention the historical accuracy of the statement, however silly it is worded, or out of context with the song it is. To be honest, the last quarter of the song is very incoherent sounding. This is the only line that I can make anything out of. I can't even understand any of the surrounding lines right before and after this particular one."
Hitler's a woman like a sock in the jaw.
Ain't there a woman I can sock in the jaw?
I received a hung American
Have you been an un-American?
Lack of respect, and why got the Coltrane?
Mama Scott's crimson, look what the hands say
I heard the news today, oh boy
I got it sweet and you got the beat
Gimme a man that can take no more
Hit every woman like a sock on the jaw.
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
Mama's got cramps, look at your hands shake
Mama's got cramps, look at your hands ache
Mother misled from the ghetto
Well, well, well, what you got is the Faces
And the Kinks just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on the bus of survivors
Blushing at all the Afro Shielas.
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners.
Not a Miss left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In your case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your heart in the faces of divers
Blushing at all them afro-Sheeners
Ain't that coaster love?
Well, ain't that pause to love?
Well, it ain't that barking dog.
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll.
Or even gas today?
Or even yesterday?
Pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down he frowns.
Pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down he frowns.
The Cure did a cover of this song-and they used the misheard lyric.
Scanning life through the picture windows
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
Scanning life through the picture windows
She finds him slinking back again
He coughs as he passes her form, understand, but
Heaven forbid, she could take anything
Sit on your hands on a bus of Godivas(?)
Looking at all the April Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that close to love?
It ain't that far at all
Her heart's been broken just like you do.
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll.
Her heart's been broken just like you have.
Sit on your hands on the buses of babies.
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors.
Take every woman like a sock in the jaw.
Ain't there a woman I can sock in the jaw?