DH and I listen to the same radio station, me in the kitchen, he down in his work shop. I was dancing to the tunes in the kitchen while making supper, when DH came up the stairs with a puzzled look on his face.
DH: "What's that song about?"
ME: "You sexy thing?.......I believe in miracles, you sexy thing"
DH: "Oh.......................I thought he was singing I believe in Malcolm, you sexy thing".
Later he admitted the song never made a lot of sense to him. Life is never boring with DH.
I misheard “My father’s eyes” as “My poltergeist” for years.
A friend of mine has this book. She swears it’s one of the funniest books she’s read:
http://www.amazon.com/Scuse-While-Kiss-This-Guy/dp/0671501283