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If the Song is About a Car, I Won't Understand

When I was growing up, my dad loved to tell the story about my mom singing along to a song.  “Oh, a tree in motion!” she would croon.  Dad would laugh, as he told us that the lyrics really were, “Poetry in motion.”

I seem to have inherited my mom’s trouble with lyrics.  One day, years ago, while my oldest daughter was riding in the car with me, we were singing along to a Beach Boys song.  All of a sudden, my daughter turned to me and asked, “What did you just say?” 

“She’s my little blue scoop.”  As my daughter erupted in laughter, I added, “Why?”

“Little deuce coupe, Mom!  What’s a blue scoop?” 

“I don’t know.  A cute little car?”

She’s never let me live that one down.

Fast forward five or six years.  This time, I’m riding in the car with my youngest daughter.  She bursts out laughing, not at my singing, but at what she heard from the radio.

“Mom, they’re singing a song about a douche!”

“No, they’re not!”

“Well, what are they saying?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure it can’t be ‘douche.’”

Once back home, I googled the lyrics.  Turns out, “Blinded by the Light” actually says, “Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night.”


Apparently my brain doesn’t recognize “deuce” in any song.   From now on, if I can’t determine a word in a song, I’m going with “deuce.”  You know the song, “Louie, Louie”?  It’s my sneaking suspicion that the song is about a little deuce coupe!

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  1. lol
    great post

    ("Spitting out pieces of his broken lung" 'Aqualung' by Jethro Tull) the thing is, my mis-heard lyrics still make a certain sense or, failing that, are in some kind of context.

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    1. Makes sense to me, but I'm probably not the best critic!

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  2. Good way to start my morning, Kristi.

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  3. Our third child (15 years old today!) is known for his ability to sing songs at the top of his lungs, never once getting the lyrics right. Can't say I'm all that good, either, but I just stop singing when I get to a part I don't know. Usually. For example, I have no idea what a deuce coupe is, and would just enjoy those songs without having a clue what they were talking about. Now I know. Kinda. I'm gonna go look up deuce coupe now...
    :)

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    1. Happy birthday to the birthday boy! I probably should have found a photo of a deuce coupe to include. . . can't say that I know what one looks like, either!

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  4. That is funny but it is hard sometimes to know what they are singing!

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