Barbara, one night I was singing Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne" and my evil twin took over. It went something like:
Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river,
and she's wearing orange pyjamas that come all the way from Memphis,
And she feeds you muck and garbage with her fingers in a toaster,
And the sea pours down like honey from our lady in the drawer,
And she...etc.etc. Some in the audience (it was a bar) stared quizzically, but I think a few just thought it was Cohen's missing verse or something.
I'm thinking of crediting everything I do as: arranged by R.F. Even the ones I've written!