A little-known fact; JH was denied the Country Music Hall of Fame as retribution for his dalliances with various Musical City Power’s wives. Including Hank Sr.’s widow…
A friend of mine from Mexico, who insisted that everyone call him “Beaner” by the way, used to sing along to the piped-in Muzak in the restaurant we worked together.
The line from the Billy Joel song went…”you may be right, I may be crazy”…
…but Beaner thought it was…”you make the rice, I’ll make the gravy..
We never told him what we were laughing at and he would get sooo pissed.
That was some cool stuff, JD. I don’t know if he ever does it any more, but it used to be great to watch him interact with animals, too. Johnny Carson would all but stick his head in a gator’s mouth, and Letterman always acted like he was half afraid to be on the same stage with them.
A good portion of pop songs make very little sense to me anyway.
I think a good portion of pop songs make very little sense, period. NTTAWT.
Then get you some of this.
A little-known fact; JH was denied the Country Music Hall of Fame as retribution for his dalliances with various Musical City Power’s wives. Including Hank Sr.’s widow…
“…but the [chair] is not my son.”
Letterman did a bit on that back in the day and demonstrated to my satisfaction that the word is, indeed, ‘chair.'”
“the [chair] is not my son”
Chair’s mom: Might as well face it, you’re a d*** with a glove.
Letterman. Man, I can remember when Letterman was just brilliant.
(And when Michael Jackson was black, for that matter.)
Jeff Lynne overproduced everything such that the vocals are easy to mishear.
A friend of mine from Mexico, who insisted that everyone call him “Beaner” by the way, used to sing along to the piped-in Muzak in the restaurant we worked together.
The line from the Billy Joel song went…”you may be right, I may be crazy”…
…but Beaner thought it was…”you make the rice, I’ll make the gravy..
We never told him what we were laughing at and he would get sooo pissed.
God, I miss that little guy.
JimKC – I used to love it when he threw things off the roof of the building.
That was some cool stuff, JD. I don’t know if he ever does it any more, but it used to be great to watch him interact with animals, too. Johnny Carson would all but stick his head in a gator’s mouth, and Letterman always acted like he was half afraid to be on the same stage with them.
Oh good lord, the time he threw that Wile E. Coyote off the roof…
The rest of his career is denoument.
Pigs watching picture slides.
Do Ya? Do Ya?
And who can forget:
” ‘scuse me, while I kiss this guy…”
Wait – you mean it ISN’T “Medieval Woman?” Damn. Next you’re going to tell me it isn’t “S’cuse me, while I kiss this guy” either.
Dammit, Parker – type slower, man.
Me da evil Woman.
Actually I’m a man. But what the hey.
Parker:
That’s ridiculous. The song is “Woody Hayes,” and the line is, “‘scuse me while I hit this guy.”
Remember Billy Idol’s “Dancing with My Elf”?
That’s the most evil kind of woman.
NTTAWWT.