A dear friend, a Millennial, just executed the single greatest “misheard lyric” in the history of the universe.

Okay. This beats (and pat yourself on the back for each one you instantly recognize):

Money for nothin’ and “chips” for free

Every time you go away, you take a piece of “meat” with you

Sweet dreams are made of “cheese” (Who am I to disagree?)

I can see clearly now, “Lorraine” is gone

HOLD ME CLOSER, TONY DANZA: