I’m a big fan of music, especially classic rock, old-school rap, mid-90s “alternative” and old jazz. And I like to think that I’ve got good taste in the tunes that invade my ear-holes. But one thing I’m bad at is finding the actual song lyrics.
Enter one of my favorite sites when I happen to need it because a track is stuck in my head and I have no idea if they’re singing “The algebra has a devil for a sidekick eeeeeeeeee….” or “Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…”*, I go to the Archive of Misheard lyrics, otherwise known as KissThisGuy.com.
I was explaining this site to a friend of mine the other day while we were waiting for a concert to start. The site’s name is taken from the misheard lyric to Jimi Hendrix’s “Purple Haze.” When the master of badass guitar riffs and other awesomeness sings, “Excuse me while I kiss the sky,” some people hear, “Excuse me while I kiss this guy.” Kinda changes the meaning for the song, huh?
So as soon as I say the bad lyric (“kiss this guy”), some dude walks up to his buddy standing near us and says, “This guy? THIS guy?!”
Okay, maybe you had to be there. But it was pretty funny. Then again, so is “Steak and a knife.”
*Of course I know this one. It’s Bohemian Rhapsody, for goodness’ sake. But when my friends and I broke out into song last week, some of them didn’t, and made that mistake.
