Memorize Hook Lyrics (11 of 40)

I’m going to go ahead and admit it, I can dork-it-up with the best of them. Very few people outside my children and possibly my sister have experienced the fullness of my particular brand of dorkage but I am about to change that with this post. 

It’s probably no surprise that being a writer, I am a huge fan of song lyrics. Back in the days before google, I loved it when artists would include the lyrics in the cassette tape CD jacket. I would pour over them so I knew the ins and outs of each song, my attempt at insuring the prevention of middle school humiliation by mistakenly belting out “I like big butts in a can of limes” when Baby Got Back came on the radio. 

Don’t get me wrong. Misheard lyrics can be hilarious. For several weeks last summer I was singing “I’d rather be drunk but at least I’m alive” to Rain on Me. I thought it was a bold lyrical choice on Lady Gaga’s part but then again it is quarantine and people are drinking more. 

Turns out she’d actually rather be dry...

because the song is about rain...

solid face palm. 

It is also great fun for the kids. Ed Sheeran may have written “I’m going to put the time in” as a lyric in South of the Border, but the kids and I will forever sing “I’m going to poop a diamond” because that is exactly what it sounds like. Go ahead and give it a listen. You’ll never hear it correctly again. 

Several years ago, I watched Emma Stone absolutely kill her lip-sync rendition of Hook by Blue’s Traveler on Jimmy Fallon. I’m talking QUEEN status. I wasn’t a huge fan of the song in the 90’s but seeing her performance inspired me to want to give it a try. The verbal gymnastics required to sing that particular song correctly are dizzying. 

Here’s where the true extent of my dork-hood comes into play. I have now listened to this song, specifically the 47 second segment between 3 minutes 28 seconds and 4 minutes 15 seconds at least a hundred times in an attempt to get it somewhere close to right. I also wrote down the lyrics and discovered all the areas that I had been mis-hearing for years. 

For the record: 

Rin Tin Tin or Ramble-in’ Anne Boleyn

This symphony MTV is not for free

Sure, but also raygeahainpaidafearitself rage and hate and pain and fear of self

And for those unfortunate souls with unpure thoughts, the word is DIDDYS...with D’s you sick-o. 

Now before we get to the point of the blog where I humiliate myself complete my task, there are a few things to note. First, and most importantly, I can’t sing. I mean, I do sing, at times loudly and always while driving, but no one actually wants to hear me sing. Secondly, I don’t do karaoke, so this fete serves literally zero purpose in my life except that I wanted to do it. Lastly, it’s not perfect, but Ava’s fee for participation was steadily climbing so we called it good enough. Don’t say I didn’t warn you...