At a family reunion, my cousins and I performed Mick McGuire - don't recall if that's the actual title - and the last bit goes "... and never ya dare, to give old McGuire, the chair." Well, we always sang, "...the ****in' chair." VERY LOUDLY in kitchen sessions.

We nodded and winked at each other that we would, seeing as how it was late at night and most present had been imbibing, give our traditional version of the last line. Of course, only one of the four of us sang the last few words. And the buggers made faces of amazement at my faux pas. Dead silence from over a hundred relatives, and a rather disconcerted look from my mother. Funny how something like that can shrink 250 pounds to just two inches tall.