:: Huh? Song words we just don't quite understand.

Mungo Jerry: 'If her Daddy's rich / Take her out for a meal / If her Daddy's poor / Just do what you feel.' 

Presumably you're not suggesting her father will be joining the pair of us on our dinner date. That would be plain wrong. And if he isn't present, presumably he won't be flashing the plastic when the bill arives. Poor advice.

Sex Pistols: 'Give the wrong time / Stop a traffic line / I wanna be anarchy'.

Giving the wrong time to a passing stranger is a quaintly innocent way of undermining the rule of government. And a traffic line, by definition, is already motionless or at least moving very slowly.

Supertramp: 'Can you put your hands in your head? / Oh no.'

Well, factually, this is incorrect. Some members of the vicarage massive can insert the best part of their hand in their open mouth. Not to be recommended though, granted.

Marvin Gaye: 'The world is just / A great big onion.'

Almost every astronomer and geologist would be happy to put you right on this one.

Bob Marley: 'Three little birds / Sat on my doorstep / Singing, this is our message to you.'

I'd put more Golden Virginia in 'em, matey boy.

Queen: 'Put a gun against my head. / Pulled the trigger / Now I'm dead.'

And yet, rather strangely, you're now singing.

James Blunt: 'On a Sunday night / You would call me up / And we'd both go out / I will always be / In a club with you / In 1973.'

Anyone growing up in 1973 would tell you that you'd be lucky to find a chippy open on a Sunday night. And surely it would have been called a 'discotheque'.

Peter Schelley: 'Love me / Love my dog.'

Hello. Police?

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