Parenting VS Music

I have a wicked head cold today and MUST be up and moving tomorrow and Saturday so I'm spending today doing nothing more constructive than sitting on my ass and reading.  So blogging of course came to mind.

Teddy presented me with another dilemma yesterday.  He asked me to get him the song Whistle.  Sure, I thought no problem.  As the song was downloading I noticed that the singer was Flo Rida.  I'm not into hard core rap but I have heard of him.  So I listened to the song.  Pretty, catchy, well bubble gum music.  Hmmm, very odd considering this dude's rep.  I have a hard time catching all the lyrics so I searched Google and came up with the lyrics.  Here they are case you don't know the tune.


Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

I'm betting you like bebop
And i'm betting you love creep mode
And i'm betting you like girls that give love to girls
And stroke your little ego
I bet i'm guilty your honor
But that's how we live in my genre
When I hell I pay rottweiler
There's only one flo, and rida
I'm a damn shame
Order more champagne, pull it down hellstream
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin back around corner
Slow it down baby take a little longer

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby

It's like everywhere I go
My whistle ready to blow
Shorty don't leave a note
She can get any by the low
Permission not approved
It's okay, it's under control
Show me soprano, cause girl you can handle
Baby we start snagging, you come in part clothes
Girl i'm losing wing, my bucatti the same road
Show me your perfect pitch,
You got it my banjo
Talented with your lips, like you blew out candles
So amusing, now you can make a whistle with the music
Hope you ain't got no issue, you can do it
Give me the perfect picture, never lose it

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby

Go girl you can work it
Let me see your whistle while you work it
I'mma lay it back, don't stop it
Cause I love it how you drop it, drop it, drop it, on me
Now, shorty let that whistle blow
Yeah, baby let that whistle blow

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby


Okay - yes this song is about exactly what you think it is. Since my mother-in-law reads this blog let's just use the polite terminology and say oral sex.  Teddy wasn't trying to pull a fast one on me and sneakily get me to get him a naughty song.  I know this because I talked to him and I saw his face when I asked him if he knew what, "blow my whistle" meant.  Horror doesn't quiet describe it.  He really just heard the song and thought it was catchy.  Like a Bruno Mars song.

Here's my dilemma.  I like all different kinds of music.  ALL kinds, Hell there are even 3 or 4 country songs I listen to.  I listen to some pretty out there kind of stuff too. Songs I don't think people would associate with Mom Crowd. Rob Zombie, Godsmack, Rammstein and the like.  I also love songs with obscene lyrics.  Cee Lo Green, LOVE THAT SONG!  I also love Monty Python and South Park songs.  My husband used to be a serious thrash metal devotee.  Is this one of those times I should be hypocritical and deny my son a song he likes simply because the lyrics are a bit risque?  I know I have to be a hypocrite about drinking, speeding while driving and some of my computer keyboard antics.  I get that.  I'm constantly temding Ted, "Don't laugh at that!! We are not on his side any more!!!" Also I have NO problem about cutting out songs because they extol the virtues of "beating the hoes"  No problem whatsoever.  I also ban music because in my opinion it sucks.  Sorry, step back Boy Bands, just not cool with it.

Where is the line drawn in the parental hypocrisy?  I'm not for censoring music.  Be who you are.  If I don't like it I won't drink the cool aid.  I WANT my kids to be that way.  I want them to grow up and have them want artists to be free.  I want them to scream against injustice.  Champion the little guy.  Be superheroes...no capes though.  Incredible taught me that was dangerous.

On the other side I really don't want my kid learning about sexual techniques yet.  He's not even 12.  He has his whole life to be a grown up and deal with grown up issues.  I want him to be a kid, a real kid for as long as it's helpful to him.


Of course what's sticking in my craw is THIS song:

Come out Virginia, don't let me wait.
You Catholic girls start much too late.
Aw, but sooner or later it comes down to fate.
I might as well be the one.

Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray.
They built you a temple and locked you away.
Aw, but they never told you the price that you pay
for things that you might have done.
Only the good die young.
That's what I said,
only the good die young.
Only the good die young.

You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd.
We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud.
We might be laughing a bit too loud,
aw, but that never hurt no one.

So come on Virginia, show me a sign.
Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line.
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
never lets in the sun.
Darlin', only the good die young.

I tell ya,
only the good die young.
Only the good die young.

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation.
You got a brand new soul,
mmm, and a cross of gold.
But Virginia, they didn't give you quite enough information.
You didn't count on me
when you were counting on your rosary.

They say there's a heaven for those who will wait.
Some say it's better, but I say it ain't.
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints,
the sinners are much more fun.

You know that only the good die young.
Whoa, oh, baby.
That's what I said,
I tell ya,
only the good die young.
Only the good die young.

Said, your mother told you "All that I could give you was a reputation."
Aw, she never cared for me,
but did she ever say a prayer for me?

Come out, come out, come out Virginia, don't let me wait.
You Catholic girls start much too late.
Sooner or later it comes down to fate.
I might as well be the one.
You know that only the good die young.

I'm telling you baby.
You know that only the good die young.
Only the good die young.
Only the good,
only the good die young.

Only the good die young.
Only the good die young.



I remember the furor this song caused. People went bat-shit crazy about this song. A song about a young guy desperate to hook up with his girlfriend. I remember even years later when I was in high school hearing how this song was banned in most schools-are these really the people I want to line up along side?