My song recognition skills are pretty poor. And I often get song lyrics wrong. Very wrong. Even though I give them actual thought and they make sense in my mind.
You all know this about me. Big Ole Chedo Lino, don't carry me too far away. Oh, Big Ole Chedo Lino, cause it's here that I've got to stay...
There are many songs to which I do not know the lyrics, correct ones or no. But there is this narrow swath of 80s songs that I know by heart. Or anyway, I believe I know. I can even recognize most of them in the beginning, not just when they get to the chorus.
Now, I ardently embraced Duran Duran in the 1980s, and I still love the entire Rio album. I have been singing along to it for all these years.
If you came of age in the 80s you yourself may know and love the song Rio? "Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand..."
Yah. So, there's this one line that it turns out I've had dead wrong this whole time.
The song came on in the car the other day, and since I do unabashedly croon off-tune in front of my family, I was singing along all,
"Like a bird of prey or a pretty view
But then I'm sure that you know it's just for you..."
Nick said, "What did you just say?"
"Like a bird of prey or a pretty view. But then I'm sure that you know it's just for you..."
"It's birthday. Like a birthday or a pretty view."
"Birthday makes no sense."
"It does. Birthday. Something nice. How'd you come up with bird of prey, anyway?"
"You know, bird's-eye view. Up really high...I don't know. It's what it sounds like. Are you sure?"
He was sure.
Happy bird of prey to you, is all I'm saying.