"Polka Dot Bikini" imposter!

Some yahoo says that he wrote the song, dies, and his wife tells this to AP for his obit.

As it turns out, the real writer of the song is still alive and reaping royalties.

To top it all off, and this is my favorite part, the imposter's widow snipes at the real writer, saying, "If this man is getting the royalties why wouldn't he be happy? The more you stir this up the more you'll smell."

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060927/ap_en_ot/itsy_bitsy_songwriter

 

Or "We're not going after him for the royalties." Pretty noble of you, seeing as they aren't yours.

Still, it no doubt sucks for the widow -- she loses her husband, then discovers he's a fraud. (Of all the things to claim songwriting credit for -- what, "They're Coming to Take Me Away" was too high-brow for him?)

 

I always claim to have written the "Hey" song.

 

I once told a woman I coined the term "Pardon my French."

 

In college I told a girl my dad was the drummer for Blue Oyster Cult.

 

I coined "bitch wagon." I've done enough.

 

My father used to make outlandish claims -- like he invented the question mark.

 

Ace, you know it, I know it, everyone knows it, you had only one great song.

"How Long"

 

I invented the Internet.

 

That whole album rocked, and you know it.

 

You should have said cowbell player not drummer.

 

Pat Riley stole "three-peat"