from Sammy Hagar's "Your Love Is Driving Me Crazy":
Lead me to forbidden doors You know I'm yours Yeah you've got it, yeah I want it Don't you know it babay

Right on time, a tight fit right on the money So sublime, hot sweet cherries on the vine.

Every time I hear it on the radio, I shout, "Cherries don't grow on vines!" I'm not sure why that irritates me so much. I need to learn to switch to another station or turn down the volume. Actually, the rest isn't all that good either, but that line BUGS me!

As for this Paul Anka hit, I can't imagine the girl being too flattered by the "so old":
Diana
by Paul Anka

I'm so young and you're so old
This, my darling, I've been told
I don't care just what they say
Cause forever I will pray
You and I will be as free
As the birds up in the trees
Oh, please, stay by me, Diana

Can we excuse him because he was very young? I don't think so. Yet, we Baby Boomers made it a hit!

I've always heard "I'll Be Home for Christmas" sung as "presents under the tree". Perhaps somewhere along the line, the lyrics were tweaked to change the "on".

I love playing "Madereine Rue", which has a lively tune, but slang lends a different interpretation to the fox's theft, so I hesitate to sing it. Maybe it could be "nicest rooster in Erin"? (Teasing! I think... Perhaps I'll just stick with the melody. After all, there's that "fine fat..." bit, isn't there?) The only person I've heard sing this subversive little song is Peg Clancy on one of her brothers' albums. Now, if I could sing it as adorably as she does, perhaps I'd do it.

Unfortunately, "Leezie Lindsay" tends to draw laughter from crowds as the fellow reveals his identity as Ronald McDonald (or MacDonald in some versions). Every performer I've seen develops a rather sheepish grin before saying the surname, fully aware that at least part of the audience will break into giggles.