The cops and the legislators called them dangers agitators, and they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.

Woody Guthrie's Jesus Christ, to the tune of Jesse James.

Another favorite, the first time I ever heard the Mingulay Boat Song, I was part of a group of people rowing hell-bent thru the San Juan Islands, where summer homes looked down upon our sorry selves, and I mis-heard the line 'what care we how wide the minch is' as 'what care we how white the mansions' and still sing it that way.