Darn it, Leroy!

Installment #2 of Misunderheard Lyrics:
I was intending to bring up my second new direction, but have decided to stick with my first.  I'm also hoping it will be trending.  As if. . .
My dad was big on "culturing up" his children.  By this, he meant playing a variety of his 45s.  Those are records, by the way--big pieces of plastic that contained music. ;-)  My sister and I would dance (okay, run in circles) around the living room to such classics and "Guitarzan" and "Time in a Bottle."  I knew of the Edmund Fitzgerald and its sinking before I was even familiar with Great Lakes ships.  
One song my dad liked to play was "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown."  I liked the part about Leroy having a razor in his shoe.  I couldn't figure out how the handle wouldn't stick out and why he didn't get cut, but whatever.  I also couldn't figure out how Leroy was from the south side of Chicago, but was "the baddest man in the whole downtown".  I mean, the south side wasn't downtown after all.  But we all know "the downtown ladies called him tree-top lover," so perhaps he just hung around downtown.
It wasn't until I was in 7th or 8th grade that I learned of my lyrical error.  My teacher was telling our class how the author of "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" never wanted his mother to hear the song because there was a bad word in it.  In my naivete, I tried my hardest to find out where exactly that bad word was.  I had been hearing the song for years, and there was no bad word in it, was there?
Finally, it was revealed to me that Leroy Brown was not "the baddest man in the whole downtown."  He was "the baddest man in the whole d**n town."  Now, in fairness, I at such a young age, was not exactly familiar with swear words, so my young mind obviously interpreted the lyrics with a word I did know.  
I have inherited my father's collections of 45s, along with the rest of his records.  I am in the process of "culturing up" my children.  I don't like to play them "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" too much: Not because of the word which I now know is not down; rather, my husband is always quick to point out the misguided error of my youth.

Around the World and Back Again--No, Just back again.

So here I am, back from a MAJOR hiatus.  Life got in the way of blogging, but now, as we speak, the whole world seems to have been sent to our rooms because somebody coughed.  
Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to make light of the Coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic and the need to quarantine.  It's just that if we don't laugh, we'll go crazy.
I have come back with a new outlook--no, not really--but have decided to blog in another direction.  More thoughtful and insightful.  Okay, not so much. 
One topic I have decided to cover insightfully is something near and dear to my heart.  Music.
So today, I am introducing Misunderheard Lyrics.
I shall begin with my earliest memory of a misunderstood lyric.
I remember singing the Star Spangled Banner with gusto as a child.  There was just one thing about it that confused me:  What the heck kind of light is donzerly?
Apparently I was thinking of Donner and Blitzen or something, but I definitely did not hear the words as "dawn's early".  
To this day, I have to mentally correct myself while singing the song and remember there is no donzerly light; just early morning.

So, there you have it: Lyric number one.
Tune (see what I did there?) in for more crazy lyrics and other profound thoughts.