the song remains the same…

I promise that all my blog post titles won't be song lyrics.

Maybe.

So Zoo's alarm clock (aka my cube) woke me up to La Isla Bonita.  And you know when you've got a lyric in your mind wrong and you know it's wrong but you can't stop singing it wrong?

Yeah, I keeping hearing, young girls with eyes like potatoes, in my ear.  And I know that can't be right.  Who has eyes like potataoes?

It's like when my friend told me she thought the song, Big Old Jet Airliner was really, big ole chad had a rhino, ...