Lyrically Challenged

You know the girl that never knows the lyrics to songs? The girl that doesn't mind shouting out the chorus only to be followed by mumbling the rest of the song - until it's time to shout the chorus again. And sometimes she doesn't even get the chorus lyrics right? Well, she is me. I am her. I am lyrically challenged. It's amazing that I went for as long as I did in complete oblivion. In fact, I actually thought I was great at lyrics. This is called denial.

My world came to a screeching halt one night while Phillip was driving and I, as co-pilot, was "d-jaying" by scanning XM radio for songs, when I came across, Rock the Casbah. Intrigued, I selected the song. And then it hit me. My face turned bright red and I stammered, "Oh no. Oh my gosh. I can't believe it." I then proceeded to fly into a fit of hysterical laughter. Phillip was concerned at the point. Was I laughing at the song? Did something happen he had failed to see? Was I having a nervous breakdown? Yes.

I finally calmed myself down enough to get out the following sentence...

I thought... it was... Rock... the... Cash... Bar...

and then flew back into my fit of hysterical laughter. Phillip joined me.

Luckily, I learned I'm not alone. Phillip also happens to be lyrically challenged. His all time best lyric delusion is:

There's a bathroom on the right
There's a bad moon on the rise

Granted, this is from when he was ten and I'm in my twenty's, but still, I'll take it.

So you have been forewarned my friends, should there be a cash bar at your next party, I look forward to rocking it. Whatever that means...