Had a disagreement down the boozer last night. One of the blokes was singing "Vincent" by Don Mclean at the bar. Now thats bad enough, but he got the lyrics wrong as well. He insisted that the opening line is; "Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and grey". I informed him, in a traditional, p*ssed up, know-it-all manner, that it was a matter of common knowledge that the first line of that song is; "Starry starry night, paint your fanny black and white" He wouldn't have it, the wanker. Does anyone else have mates that constantly get song lyrics arrse about face?