A glimpse into my tangled mind

For the last few days, I've had "Substitute" by The Who running in my head non-stop. As far as having a song stuck in your head, not a bad choice.

The thing is this: I've had the whole song running in my head, not just a few lines over and over as sometimes happens, and all of the lyrics are present and correct. Except for one.

Instead of the line "I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth," I have the line "I was born with a plastic yam in my mouth."

I have no idea what that means, but I find it amusing. Which reinforces it.

I googled the phrase "I was born with a plastic yam in my mouth." Astonishingly, there were no hits. A search for just the term "plastic yam," led me to information about a project where recycled soda bottles are re-formed into sticks. The sticks are then used as yam trellises in third world countries. Isn't that cool? Good for my brain to lead me to that bit of information.