A dear friend, a Millennial, just executed the single greatest “misheard lyric” in the history of the universe.
Okay. This beats (and pat yourself on the back for each one you instantly recognize):
Money for nothin’ and “chips” for free
Every time you go away, you take a piece of “meat” with you
Sweet dreams are made of “cheese” (Who am I to disagree?)
I can see clearly now, “Lorraine” is gone
HOLD ME CLOSER, TONY DANZA: