My mom is convinced that I need to be on The Singing Bee.
I’d do it just to hang out with Joey Fatone, but that’s just me.
Plus, you know, I have previous game show experience. And a six-CD Time/Life collection of classic rock favorites as my consolation prize.
I actually called the hotline for The Singing Bee casting department tonight just to satisfy her and to see what happens. I’m a good game show contestant. I’m energetic. I laugh at myself. And you can bet that I will belt it out and sing like I’ve never sung before. Whether I know the lyrics or not.
I mean, I’m the girl who thought “Papa Don’t Preach” was “Bubblegum Street” until early adulthood.
You aren’t the only one who misheard those lyrics…
a quick look on
kissthisguy.com, a site for mistaken lyrics, found someone else who heard bubblegum in there!