I realize this might rub wrong with some of my parent friends. If you and your kids listen to Kidz Bop and enjoy it- great. That makes you a very tolerant parent. Or deaf.
I’m a purist. I don’t mind a cover band for my 80s favorites. But usually grown ups are singing. Kids singing grown up songs, unless they’re church hymns and they are that girl Jackie Evancho, is just not right. I feel weird seeing kids prance around singing Lady Gaga and Ke$ha or Kanye West.
When the commercials come on while my kids watch cartoons- even they groan. So yes, some artist’s lyrics are inappropriate. This has been going on since the dawn of time. Elvis, Li’l Richard, The Eagles, Madonna…all artists our parents didn’t approve of, or their parents didn’t approve of.
But when they need to mess them up in a most embarrassing way or sing with those bubble voices, I want to stab my ears with ice picks.
Here’s a website that did my homework for me and listed the best of the worst for child-proofing pop lyrics for Kidz Bop ears.
There’s a reason Justin Beiber and Miley Cyrus are actual recording artists. They can sing. Not everyone’s cup of tea- I realize. But at least their music is geared for teens, grown ups can take it or leave it. I suppose the same can be said with Kidz Bop. Take it or leave it. I’ll leave it thanks.
Something else that came to mind- don’t people mess up lyrics anyway? I mean, I can’t understand what Nicki Minaj or Jay Z are saying anyway.
Examples of songs from my childhood that I thought I knew the words to:
Irene Cara, The theme from “Flashdance”–
“Take your pants off, and make it happen, it just comes alive you can prance right through my eye.”
(My head was in the gutter then too)
Take your passion, and make it happen
Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life
Elton John ‘Tiny Dancer’–
“Lay me down by Tony Danza, count the headlights on the highway, lay me down on your credenza, you had a visitor today.” (okay, I stole that from Phoebe on Friends.)
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Duran Duran’s ‘Rio‘-
“Her name is Rio and she dances on her hands, just like a ribbon going through the smoky grand”
“Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand, Just like that river twisting through the dusty land.”
See? What’s the point of lyrics anyway?
And speaking of other things that drive me bonkers-
Squinkies. Mattel’s version of plastic gumballs in the shapes of ponies and kitties. They’re harmless. But every time any have come into our house, they end up in the vacuum, my shoe, the cat box, under the seats in the car, wherever.
Now they have a new Squinkies product called, Zinkies. Squinkies but half their size. I didn’t know you could make a toy so small and charge so much money. How does this product not get recalled? I can only imagine the number of times pediatricians have had to extract one from some orifice of a child.
Squinkies come in girl versions and boy versions. Apparently unisex Squinkies are frowned upon. Everything has to be marketed for girls and boys. Then they get twice the costumers.
Also, be careful of things marketed that say, “Hundreds for you to collect.” Translation- “Please buy lots and lots of them!”
Tell me if this commercial doesn’t drive you nuts:
Squinkies “girl” commercial:
Oh and here’s the boy commercial: because all skater boys play with Squinkies. And wear them in their hair.