Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site pyuxd.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!gamma!pyuxww!pyuxd!rlr From: rlr@pyuxd.UUCP (Rich Rosen) Newsgroups: net.music Subject: Re: The worst lyrics Message-ID: <197@pyuxd.UUCP> Date: Thu, 18-Oct-84 19:09:29 EDT Article-I.D.: pyuxd.197 Posted: Thu Oct 18 19:09:29 1984 Date-Received: Sun, 21-Oct-84 13:44:13 EDT References: <106@plx.UUCP> Organization: Bell Communications Research, Piscataway N.J. Lines: 16 Keywords: My Way > 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