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Loved Iron Butterfly in my youth!Well, heck. I figured this thread needed one comment that more than one person could agree on.
A writer friend and I have been enjoying the way language is evolving (or eroding), including the way old sayings and phrases get tweaked. Hone in on something. Picking on high cotton. A pig in a poker. And there's the way voice recognition perverts the written version of what someone said. Lot's of examples from folks here who dictate to their phones.
It's the continuation of the way music lyrics get misunderstood. Instead of Creedence Clearwater Revival's "There's a bad moon on the rise." some folks heard and sang along with, "There's a bathroom on the right." Maybe Iron Butterfly triggered it all with "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" back in 1968. (Google it, youngsters.)
For many years growing up I just took it for granted that God was named Harold. I heard it constantly; "Our Father who art in heaven, Harold be thy name..."