My then teen-aged brother kind of ruined the song "South Coast" for me with his propensity for lyric twisting. So now if I hear or sing the song, in my mind the line "I saddled my pony like Lightning" becomes either, "I saddled my pony, Like Lightning," or (valley girl version), "I saddled my pony, like, Lightning."

And, of course, I can't sing "The Christmas Song" without thinking "Christians roasting on an open fire" -- or the Mudcat Song Challenge! version "Chester's sitting on the copier, Jackson's ripping off his clothes."