It's wierd sometimes how a lyric screw-up stands out in your imagination as you start the song, and seems to lure you into it.
I wrote a song about the strange people that there are in the folkie scene- you know, authentic traddies, singer songwriters, dialect poets, morris dancers etc. and a group that at the time were called "New age travelers"
The line in question goes:-
"If I were a little bit younger, I'd be a New age travelling man,
With a dog on a string and a didgeridoo, and a tired old Transit van"
Somwhere the image crept into my mind of a dog on a stick- a canine lollipop.
I started the song thinking "Don't sing stick, don't sing stick,"
But I did!
It got a laugh though!
Cheers
Dave