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From: rlr@pyuxd.UUCP (Rich Rosen)
Newsgroups: net.music
Subject: Re: The worst lyrics
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Date: Thu, 18-Oct-84 19:09:29 EDT
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> The words to "My Way" (by Paul Anka) always crack me up, 
> especially the part about 
> "And all the times when there was doubt, 
> I ate it up and spit it out"

I prefer Sid Vicious' interpretation:
	"Today, I killed a cat, and may I say, not in the driveway..."

He didn't really kill a cat.  Did he?

(Reminds me of a song we never wrote about Nancy Spungen, to be called
"Can't Get Up Off the Bathroom Floor"...)
-- 
"So, it was all a dream!" --Mr. Pither
"No, dear, this is the dream; you're still in the cell." --his mother
				Rich Rosen    pyuxd!rlr