13 Songs My Parents Probably Shouldn't Have Let Me Listen To as a Kid
By tattedmom on September 05, 2013
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I was driving in my car yesterday, and the song "Dead Bite" by Hollywood Undead came on the radio. I adore this song. It's catchy, the beat is awesome, and I'm constantly finding myself singing, "Good night, sleep tight, Don't let the dead bite." That's when Hubby informed me that the song is about one guy hunting down and killing another guy, and possibly mass murdering many others. Dammit, I liked that song. No more playing it around the kids, that's for sure.
That got me thinking about songs that I listened to growing up that maybe my parents shouldn't have allowed, if they knew the lyrics. My research turned up some beauties, Inklingers. I'm about to take you on a trip down Memory Lane, back to your middle school dances and driving around in your parent's car on the weekends. Sing along, but make sure you actually take a look at some of the lyrics I'm posting -- it will make your jaw drop to the floor.
These are in random order, of course. Enjoy!
1. "Semi-Charmed Life" by Third Eye Blind
Ah, it's starting in your head already, isn't it? "Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo... I'm packed and I'm holding..." That first part should have done the song in, but no. It goes on to talk about cocaine ("I was taking sips of it through my nose"), sex ("She comes round and she goes down on me" and "How do I get back to the place where I fell asleep inside you") and comes right out and says, "Doin' crystal meth will lift you up until you break." I love this song, too -- even saw them in concert when Hubby and I were still dating. Classic song that now, as a mom, I refuse to let my kids listen to. Ahh, the joys of teenagehood in the 90s.
2. "Push It" by Salt n' Pepa
I'm not even bringing up the obvious Salt n' Pepa song from the 90s, "Let's Talk About Sex" -- that's on everyone's list of questionable songs. I'm going for "Push It." Not much to the song at all, lyrically speaking, but then you get to, "Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed, Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard, Like I wish you would, Now push it, Push it real good." I remember what I told my parents; they were talking about dancing on the dancefloor, duh. Play dumb. It always works. It's better than trying to explain to your parents that you know exactly what the song's talking about, right?
3. "OPP" by Naughty By Nature
The old Jackson 5 beat starts up, and you started dancing, right? Great beat, great rhythm, and then, in the first verse, he explain-raps what OPP is: Other People's P*ssy/Penis (or Property, for the edited crowd). This song is about having sex with whoever in the hell you want to, regardless of whether they (or you) are married or with someone. Hell, the first five seconds of the video show a married guy taking off his wedding ring. Not the best morals you want to teach your kids. But I remember dancing to it with all my friends at middle school dances... and singing along. Good grief.
4. "You Oughta Know" by Alanis Morrisette
Still, to this day, this is one of the ultimate pissed off chick songs. Girl is happy with guy, guy leaves girl, girl tells guy, "It was a slap in the face, how quickly I was replaced, and are you thinking of me when you f*ck her?" RAWR, YES!!!!! Gets me all girl powered up!!! Then, for the best line in ANY song EVER, she goes on to say, "And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back, I hope you feel it." If you have ever been the scorned woman, you know how singing this song lyric at the top of your lungs makes you feel a million times better. Just don't sing it in the face of the guy you were dating, but he cheated on you, so you went all pissy chick on him, but he still has a tattoo of yours to finish, so you turn the song up real loud and scream the important lyrics for the whole shop to hear, as he's tattooing your wrist. It causes him to yell out, "NO," throw the tattoo machine down, rip off his gloves and tell you it's time for a break, after calling you a bitch... hypothetically speaking, of course...