I’m a primadonna

How I used to chant UB40’s Ivory Madonna when I was small, drunk and confused. Other well-known versions of this include “I’ve a green banana,” but no one gets misunderstood like Michael Jackson. This, from Misheard Lyrics, is not an excerpt from Beat It:

Heated, heated.
No one wants a beef fajita.
Show ’em hot pocket, strong is your fight.

And this is not Billy Jean:

Billie’s spleen is not my mother
She kissed a girl that thinks that I am her nun
But the chair is not my mum.

Why would misheard lyrics make more sense than the original?

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