No, this is stretching a lyric 'way past the breaking point trying to create a mondegreen. I have never known anyone who thought the second line of the song had anything to do with Cool Whip or bears.
On a dark desert highway, cool whip and a bear Warm smell of fajitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shivering light My head grew heavy so I cycled in I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway, I heard the missing bell And I was thinking to myself This could be heaven or this could be Hell Then she looked up Nintendo and she showed me the way. There were horses down the corridor... And still those horses were calling from far away...
Welcome to the hotel can't afford ya Such a lovely place, Such an ugly face Shut your ugly face Plenty of room at the Motel California Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
Her mind is stiff and it's twisted, she got immersed in the bands She's got a lot or pretty, pretty boys, that she calls men's How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain, "Will you be my wife?" He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen-sixty nine." And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say . . .
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No, this is stretching a lyric 'way past the breaking point trying to create a mondegreen. I have never known anyone who thought the second line of the song had anything to do with Cool Whip or bears.
I dunno Bill, sing along. . .
On a dark desert highway, cool whip and a bear
Warm smell of fajitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shivering light
My head grew heavy so I cycled in
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway,
I heard the missing bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be Hell
Then she looked up Nintendo and she showed me the way.
There were horses down the corridor...
And still those horses were calling from far away...
Welcome to the hotel can't afford ya
Such a lovely place, Such an ugly face
Shut your ugly face
Plenty of room at the Motel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
Her mind is stiff and it's twisted,
she got immersed in the bands
She's got a lot or pretty, pretty boys, that she calls men's
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
"Will you be my wife?"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here
since nineteen-sixty nine."
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
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