Thursday, September 22, 2005

sugar on my tongue

OK, I know the drill. Every generation has it's own version of music and it shocks the generation before. I remember when my mom looked at the Aerosmith album cover and was a little shocked to see "Lord of the Thighs" (I thought she might actually give birth to something of a bovine persuasion), so this is no different, but...

I drive a car pool of kids to school. On the way I give in and we listen to Top 40 radio, because it keeps the peace and after all, it's Top 40 format. It can't be all that bad, can it? Now there's an assumption I wouldn't take and run with anymore, but I guess I'm just getting older. One of those kids is in second grade, so he's maybe? It's slightly disconcerting when this song comes on the radio and he knows every word. Watching this gem from Trick Daddy come out of a seven year old boy's mouth is just....I dunno..strange.

She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue
Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum
Goodie goodie gum drop
Put me in a tongue lock
Did it till my body went numb, numb
Laid her on her back, back
Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack
She's a woman from the block with the best of weed
But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks
It was lust at first sight
And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me
And my size was just right
Cuz she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity
Said I been around the world twice
And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly
Said she wanted it all night
So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris and me

...and it gets better. Look at the Lil' Kim part. "Lick my tootsie roll", indeed. Watching that come out of a seven year old mouth is like a warped Quiznos commercial with baby Bob.

Then it hit home. Yes, I try to instill a little class and steer the direction of the youngster's taste, but he's his own person and he likes this rap stuff. In fact, he once said, "Dad, there are two kinds of music. Rap and oldies." I know he only said it to get a reaction though. So, we're in the car last night and this Black Eyed Peas song comes on, called "My Humps", and I watch the youngster, singing that one...word for word.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream,
make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I'm guessing we moved past Barney and "I love you, you love me." There is a shread of hope though. My Toad the Wet Sprocket CD got hijacked weeks ago and is still in the walkman thing he carries around daily, so he may come around.


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