Can you think of a song title that describes something not literally possible.
For example: Oasis' "Live Forever" isn't really something that one can do.
| Song/Performer | Comments | Submittor |
| "The Pain Goes On Forever," John Rowles | The pain must stop sooner or later. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Paint The Silence," South | Tell me how... | Kayleigh |
| "Paint the Sky With Stars," Enya | The sky is air,so you can't paint on it | Natasha |
| "Painted Moon," The Silencers | The moon can't be painted to any great extent. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Pancake Trees," Jefferson Lee | Trees aren't pancakes, nor made of them. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Panic Stone," Deceivers | Stones are incapable of panic. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Papa Was A Rodeo," The Magnetic Fields | People have never been rodeos. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Papa Was A Rolling Stone," The Temptations | No man's father is a tumbling rock. | JC Foster |
| "Papa Was A Rolling Stone," The Temptaions | Stones don't procreate | Jessica Childress |
| "Paper Jesus," Staind | Jesus wasn't made out of paper. | Fifi McFeef |
| "Paper Love," Dick Castle | Love isn't made of paper. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Paper Moon," Nat King Cole | The Moon is not made of paper | Beverly Stiles |
| "Paper Roses," Marie Osmond | Roses cannot be made of paper; I've tried it. | Rick Rold |
| "Paper Sun," Traffic | The sun isn't made of paper. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Paper Tiger," Sue Thompson | Tigers aren't made of paper; they're living things | Yvette Bristle |
| "Paperlate," Genesis | Paper can't be late, u can be late in turning one. | CDD |
| "Paradise By The Dashboard Light," Meat Loaf | No you don't find palm trees on a car's dashboard | Jason |
| "Paranoid Android," Radiohead | Robots don't have emotions, dumbass! | Ned |
| "Part Man, Part Monkey," Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band | Such a creature doesn't exist. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Party All The Time," Eddie Murphy | No work will ever get done. | Peter |
| "Party In My Head," Sophie Ellis-Bextor | No one's head has a place for partying | Shannon Ingrid Travis |
| "Party In My Pants," Romanowski | How can you fit a party inside a pair of pants? | Russell |
| "The Party Never Ends," Robert Earl Keen | The party must end sooner or later. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Party On The Moon," Vanessa Hudgens | Currently no transportation there for recreation | Shannon Ingrid Travis |
| "Party with the Animals," Ozzy Osbourne | Get civilized, Ozzy; party with some people, dude! | Anonymous Bob |
| "Paving The Highway With Tears," Hank Snow | Pavement isn't made of water, or primarily liquid. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Peace Sells," Megadeth | Can you put a price on peace? | Fifi McFeef |
| "Pedal To The Moon," Death Valley | You can't get there by pedaling. | Kara Oke |
| "The People Had No Faces," Blues Magoos | People do have faces! | Yvette Bristle |
| "The People In Me," The Music Machine | There is only one person in you: yourself. | Yvette Bristle |
| "People Make The World Go Round," The Stylistics | Actually, conservation of angular momentum does so | Monica Harpootlian |
| "People Of The Sun," Rage Against The Machine | People don't live on the sun. | Peter |
| "The People Tree," Sammy Davis, Jr. | Trees aren't made of people. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Peppermint Man," Timmy Welch | People aren't made of peppermint. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Perfect Day," Lady Antebellum | Days can never be way perfect. | Christy McDaniel |
| "The Perfect Drug," Nine Inch Nails | There is no perfect drug. | Electric Boogeyman |
| "Perfect Person," Nothingface | No person is perfect. | Yvette Bristle |
| "The Perfect Stranger," Jesse Colin Young | No person is perfect, not even a stranger. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Perfect World," Huey Lewis And The News | He even says there isn't one in his song. | rocky |
| "Permanent December," Miley Cyrus | December always ends (with its 31st day). | Heather Brockwell |
| "Permanent Monday," Jordin Sparks | Monday always gives way to Tuesday. | Natalie Starboardman |
| "Permanent Vacation," Aerosmith | Vacations must end. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Permanently Lonely," Timi Yuro | Human conditions last no longer than a lifetime. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Personal Jesus," Depeche Mode | What next - a public Buddha? | Susanna Viljanen |
| "Phantom Writer," Gary Wright | Writers have physical reality. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Phone Call To The Past," Henry Mancini | The past is gone and can't be communicated with. | Yvette Bristle |
| "The Piano Has Been Drinking," Tom Waits | And where is its mouth? 'Nuff said! | Lou Quilson |
| "The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know," Panic At The Disco | The piano can't 'Know' anything; it has no mind. | Epic Unpseudonymous |
| "Piano Man," Billy Joel | You can't make a man out of a piano. | JC Foster |
| "Pictures From Life's Other Side," Hank Williams | Life doesn't have sides. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Pieces Of Me," Ashlee Simpson | How can a person literally be in pieces? | jiminy |
| "Pigs Will Fly," King Missile | Naomi Swanson | |
| "A Pillow Of Winds," Pink Floyd | Your head & the rest of your body would fall away | Peter |
| "Pillow Talk," Sylvia | Pillow's don't have mouths or vocal chords. | Peter |
| "The Pillow That Whispers," Des Smyth | Pillows don't talk. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Pistol Of Fire," Kings Of Leon | A pistol can't be made of fire. | Rapunzel Gladstone |
| "Planet Caravan," Black Sabbath | There is no planet called Caravan | Chazm |
| "Plastic Fantastic Lover," Jefferson Airplane | Lovers aren't made of plastic. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Plastic Jesus," Billy Idol | Jesus wasn't made of plastic. | David Jones |
| "Plastic Man," The Temptations | Lucinda Blair | |
| "Play Me," Neil Diamond | A person is not an instrument or song! | Christy McDaniel |
| "Play With Fire," The Rolling Stones | Very good way to get burned, badly. | Peter |
| "Playground In My Mind," Clint Holmes | There's no playground in anyone's mind. | Penelope Beckinsale |
| "Playing With My Heart," Kate Voegele | That would most likely kill you | Rich |
| "Plug In Baby," Muse | If anyone did plug in a baby, we'd call the NSPCC | Beth |
| "Plug In Baby," Muse | People cannot be plugged in | Susanna Viljanen |
| "Plug Me In," George Harrison | Harrison was not that electrical. | Peter |
| "Pocketful Of Miracles," Frank Sinatra | A pocket containing miracles? No. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Pocketful Of Miracles," Frank Sinatra | Unless you're Jesus, how can you have this? | Peter |
| "Pocketful of Rainbows," Deane Hawley | Rainbows can't be put into pockets. | Candy Welty |
| "Pocketful Of Sunshine ," Natasha Bedingfield | I don't think sunshine can be put in pockets. | George Straitjacket |
| "Poetry in Motion," Johnny Tillotson | Poetry isn't mobile | Susanna Viljanen |
| "The Politics Of Dancing," Re-flex | I didn't know dancing was political. | Peter |
| "Polythene Pam," The Beatles | Pam, like other women, cannot be made of plastic. | Francis A. Sissy |
| "Popsicle Toes," Michael Franks | Toes aren't Popsicles (nor are they made of them). | Yvette Bristle |
| "Porn Killed My Mom," The Johnsons | Pornography alone can't kill people. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Port Of Lonely Hearts," Johnny Cash | Ports are places for ships, not internal organs | Susanna Viljanen |
| "Postcards From Hell," Zebrahead | No one can contact another from Hell | Brownie |
| "Powder Your Face With Sunshine," Sammy Kaye | How would you get sunshine in a compact? | George Straitjacket |
| "Pretend That We're Dead," L7 | You either are or are not; there's no pretending. | Peter |
| "Pretty Girls Everywhere," The Walker Brothers | They're in some places, but not EVERYwhere. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Pretty Noose," Soundgarden | Nooses aren't pretty. | Gene Splicer |
| "Pretzel Logic," Steely Dan | Pretzels don't have brains or think. | oldiesfan |
| "Princes Of The Universe," Queen | No One Can Rule The Universe,But Maybe Someday | Billy Boldman |
| "Princess Of The Night," Saxon | Night is not a monarchy. | Yvette Bristle |
| "The Prison Of Love," Freddie Montel | Love is an emotion, not a prison. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Prisoner Of Love," Perry Como | Love as an emotion literally doesn't do this. | Peter |
| "Prisoner Of Your Eyes," Judas Priest | Eyes can't take prisoners. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Prisoner Of Your Love," Player | Love can't take prisoners. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Prisoners Of Today," Billy Talent | A day is not a prison. | Candy Welty |
| "Private Eyes," Hall & Oates | Having eyes "down there" would be creepy! | Herculina Alencar |
| "Private Idaho," B-52's | No state is owned by one person or an army officer | Peter |
| "Psycho City," Quiet Riot | There is no city with this name. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Puff The Magic Dragon," Peter, Paul and Mary | Dragons do not exist, and neither does magic | Susanna Viljanen |
| "Pull Down The Sky," Scotty McKay | The sky can't be pulled down. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Pulling Mussels From A Shell," Squeeze | A Shell, being singular, has only one mussel. | Daphne Hughes |
| "Pump Up The Volume," MARRS | What audio equipments have a volume control PUMP!? | Chowder |
| "Puppet Man," Fifth Dimension | Who's pulling the strings then? | FussBudget |
| "Puppet On The Strings Of Love," Annette Warren | Love doesn't have strings to attach to. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Purple Frustrations," The Quincy Conserve | Frustrations don't have color. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Purple Haze," The Jimi Hendrix Experience | Haze Is Colorless!!! | dxman |
| "Purple Mist," Kelly Norwood | Mist isn't purple. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Purple People Eater," Sheb Wooley | Amber Malone | |
| "Purple Rain," Prince | I am still waiting for violet or lavender drops.. | Mikeisha |
| "Purple Rain," Prince | Rain is never purple | Lucinda Blair |
| "Purple Tigers," The Parkays | Tigers aren't purple. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Push The Darkness Back," Circle Of Friends | Darkness can't be pushed back. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Pushups From The Ceiling," Warren Ross | Gravity would pull a person down from the ceiling. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Put A Smile On Time," Rhythm Machine | Time isn't something you can put a smile on. | Yvette Bristle |
| "Put Me In Your Pocket," Mac Wiseman | This would require a huge pocket! | Yvette Bristle |
| "Putting Holes In Happiness," Marilyn Manson | How can you put holes in an emotion? | Bookworm7896 |
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