Dirty Rock Lyrics

When My Kids Sing Dirty Rock Lyrics (that they heard from us)

A local author and podcaster friend of mine blogged recently about her daughter’s first f-bomb. It was a funny read, and I thought she parented quite well through the situation. And it got me thinking about how I felt the last time I heard the Ice happily singing the lyrics to Warrant’s (and Poison’s) “She’s My Cherry Pie,” which he most likely downloaded from my iPod.

She’s my cherry pie,
Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.
Tastes so good, make a grown man cry,
Sweet cherry pie, oh yeah.

Now. My boys — currently aged 9 to 14 — have grown up in a rock house. Their dad gigs 2 or 3 times a month with one of his bands which covers mostly 80’s hair metal and rock hits. The boys have been to a few of his gigs, the few that didn’t take place in a questionable bar late at night. They hear him practice these songs. They practice them on their guitars and drums upstairs. For that matter, they hear many of the same songs on Guitar Hero and Rock Band, or when they’re in my car with me.

And let’s be honest here: those songs from the 80’s weren’t nearly as explicit as some of today’s music. But it still makes my ears completely red to hear them singing Aerosmith’s “Walk This Way” or Kiss’s “Lick It Up.”

Don’t need to wait for an invitation
You gotta live like you’re on vacation
There’s something sweet you cant buy with money – lick it up, lick it up

So far, I don’t think they really know what they’re singing, although my teenager probably has a clue. For that matter, does ANYone at the Canes games think about the lyrics to the Scorpions’ “Rocked You Like a Hurricane” or do they only know that one riff?

So. What does one do when one’s 9 year old is belting out the Knack’s “My Sharona” (and doing it pretty well)? Does Doug Fieger have kids? Steven Tyler had girls, did he go through this? (They never tell you the important stuff on Wikipedia.) What would Joan Jett do, people?

Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.
Keeping it a mystery gets to me

Running down the length of my thigh, Sharona

If you’re me, you flush to the roots of your hair (Omg! Did my kid just sing “You ain’t seen nothin’ till you’re down on a muffin”??!!) and pretend to ignore it. It’s rock, it’s good for you, right? Hey, we turned out okay… I mean, mostly okay. Didn’t we? Didn’t we?

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12 Responses to When My Kids Sing Dirty Rock Lyrics (that they heard from us)

  1. Renee Hollowell September 2, 2009 at 10:20 am #

    LOVE this post!
    You definitely have nothing to worry about with your boys. I have a very clean cut but hip, music collecting dad (he is 61) who not only loved the music of his generation and before his generation, but he followed music culture and loved 70’s music in the 70’s, 80’s music in the 80’s, 90’s music in the 90’s, and so on. People are shocked when they find Marilyn Manson CD’s, and yes….boy bands too (although those make me cringe) in his music collection. There was A LOT of music played in my house growing up and yes….I TOO…knew the song “My Sharona” at the age of 9 and I can honestly say I turned out pretty good. 😉
    .-= Renee Hollowell´s last blog .."You sure are beautiful." =-.

  2. Jonny B September 2, 2009 at 10:35 am #

    I’ve always had trouble pulling lyrics out of a song. My “ear” is more tuned to the instrumentation (go figure).

    I had “Greased Lightning” on a 45, and was re-creating the garage scene from Grease in my bedroom one day… even to this day, I have NO clue what the line from the first verse says, but it sure sounds like:

    You know that ain’t no shit we’ll be getting lots of tit

    Needless to say, I belted out that line and was in the process of jumping onto my bed to do the “Go Greased Lightning” bit with the arm gesture when my Dad walked in.

    I got into a ton of trouble and my “Greased Lightning” 45 was never seen again. Come to think of it, my Kiss Destroyer album disappeared about the same time.

    But ya know? At 6 (or however old I was when it came to the theatre in town), I had no idea. I saw a fun movie with lots of awesome cars and cool dudes and pretty girls. I didn’t get the saran wrap reference. I didn’t understand that bad words were used in music.

    I have zero problems with my kids eventually using bad language. They will understand that there is always a time and place for it, and more often it’s completely inappropriate for use. But instead of the “because I said so”, or pretending bad language and innuendo don’t exist in movies, tv and music, I will take a proactive approach and tell them “this is bad and here’s why.”

    I’m preaching. Sorry. 🙂

    Rock on you foul-mouthed Bledsoe boys (and girl.. LOL)

  3. Lisa Creech Bledsoe September 2, 2009 at 10:48 am #

    You guys are so good for me.

    Renee, I’m giggling at the idea of you singing My Sharona, thanks for that. Tell your dad “Thank you” for me too. Don’t bother him about any Jonas Brothers or NXS, he’s a good dude.

    Jonny, I had TOTALLY forgotten about Grease. And you’re right, when I first saw it (6th grade?) I only had the faintest clue what was going on. “The chicks are gonna cream? Huh?” (I think it’s funny that your ‘rents swiped your “dirty” vinyl. Maybe you should revisit this with them at a future family reunion.)

    Great comments. I’m feeling so much better about this.

  4. Jim Hemenway September 2, 2009 at 11:22 am #

    Great post, I am laughing my backside off as I read it. I remember turning up the music whenever one of the most suggestive songs came on the radio at the house or in the car to see if my parents would “get it”. They never did. My favorites were many you mentioned above and a couple of non-rock songs that would make me crack up…Hungry Like A Wolf (the background moaning was a riot to me) and Stroke it (If your stuff ain’t tight enough I will stick it in your whoooooo….) Those would get my mom blushing big time. Thanks for the trip down memory lane and the laugh.

  5. Jim Hemenway September 2, 2009 at 11:24 am #

    And my girls are into orchestra music…Orc dorks they call themselves, so far I have been spared the embarassment and the conversation….

    • Lisa Creech Bledsoe September 2, 2009 at 11:31 am #

      Orc dorks! I love it. A whole new brand of cool. Dude, Jim, how’d you get such cool kids? I mean you, of all people? 🙂

      • Jim Hemenway September 2, 2009 at 11:52 am #

        No clue, no freakin clue….

  6. Sine Botchen September 2, 2009 at 12:51 pm #

    Heh heh.. I’ve always been a potty mouth. Yes, I’ve actually had my mouth washed out with soap (more than once) when I was a kid. As kids though, I think we were mostly blissfully ignorant. We inherited a bunch of 45’s from one my aunts and used to sing along with the Monkees, Simon & Garfunkel, and a whole bunch of others. It wasn’t until I was an adult (and on a retro CD buying binge) that I actually understood the lyrics of Cecilia:
    Making love in the afternoon with cecilia
    Up in my bedroom
    I got up to wash my face
    When I come back to bed
    Someones taken my place

    Or what about: Skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight ha, ha.

    Holy cow, did we sing along with those lyrics? We must have, but I certainly don’t remember *processing* them.

    We were sitting out on the bridge over the creek when I was about six years old and I used a crude term that I had overheard one of the older boys use.
    “You don’t even know what that means,” Jeff Cooper said.
    “Yes I do,” I said.
    “Ok, then what is it?”
    “Well, I can’t say, but I know it involves a donkey.”
    One of the big kids laughed so hard he actually fell into the creek. Apparently did NOT involve a donkey.

    Anyway… the best you can do is set boundaries by letting them know what is acceptable and what isn’t.
    .-= Sine Botchen´s last blog ..Us vs. Them =-.

  7. Lisa Creech Bledsoe September 2, 2009 at 2:22 pm #

    Hah! One of my friends (the one who once played Queen’s “Fat-Bottom Girls” for me on his record player, now there’s a memorable moment) said on Twitter, “@glowbird It would have been better if you’d raised the kids on gentler, more wholesome music from an earlier era. Like “Afternoon Delight”. Lol.

    Which made me remember “Undercover Lover,” and that plus the donkey thing means that now I can’t get ANY work done for laughing, and for these stupid bad songs cycling in my head. With donkeys.

    And omg, ponies! I loved Cecelia. I had every single album Paul Simon or S&G ever did. Now I’m thinking about all the drug references I used to sing, too (as Paul “stepped outside to smoke himself a jay.” Fortunately I had not yet heard Eric Clapton’s “Cocaine,” so my parents were spared that one, but they did hear me sing all the Eagles’s stuff. Lines on the mirror, lines on her face, etc.

    It just goes on forever, doesn’t it?

  8. Allison Keller September 3, 2009 at 9:03 am #

    …..And I thought I was the only one who had child singing songs from a different era! My little man is 3 and tells me he can’t hear the music in the car. When he can hear it he asks if it’s on 96Rock.? So much for all the nursery rhymes that toddlers are supposed to be singing….. We go from “The Wheels On the Bus” to Metallica’s “One” in a blink of an eye…….

    • Lisa Creech Bledsoe September 3, 2009 at 10:09 am #

      Lol, and he’s only 3! Now I’m thinking: Enter Sandman might work for a metal anti-lullabye. And there’s always the Breadfan line my kids LOVE: “Mommy, where’s Fluffy?”

      • Allison Keller September 3, 2009 at 12:33 pm #

        Lisa, as a matter of fact we HAVE a lullaby CD in the tunes of Metallica and for the life of me I can’t remember the name, or where I picked it up. We played it many times when my little rocker was a baby….. You can tell we have started him young on some good tunes.

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