Oh fortunate son...

... or spoiled, lying brat. Whatever.

Yep, that's still the stuff you should be taking home here. 'Cos yep, that's what he is.

Oh, and as to the beautiful minds in the (pffft!) 'blogosphere' who styled themselves forensic typographers for a day or so? Another classic lyric comes to mind:

A man hears what he wants to hear/and disregards the rest...

And thank you, Mr. Simon. Not the sharpest knives in the drawer, to be sure. But thanks for keeping the story alive, boys. Now let's all have another verse:

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord...

Yeah, that sings.