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Sing it for the world

Jack has my old iPod Shuffle. He loves it. I’ve given him the tamer range of my music, and then policed those songs for bad words. But sometimes things slip through the cracks.

Jack: (in the backseat, headphones on) …gettin so damn creepy just nursin this ghost of a chance… mumble mumble … technicolor jeans… black and white people…

me: Matchbox 20?

Jack: What?

me: Turn it down. I said…Matchbox 20 song?

Jack: Black and white people.

me: It’s “technicolor dreams” not jeans.

Jack: Whatever.

Jack: (seems to only sing this part out loud over and over) …gettin so damn creepy just nursin this ghost of a chance… mumble mumble … technicolor jeans… black and white people…

me: Dreams!

Jack: (ignores me) Mom, this other Green Day song just starts with “FUH!” What’s that mean?

me: (????!!!!)

I’ll have to look into that one and see what I missed. I already know Boulevard of Broken Dreams has the F-word in it, and Jack’s favorite Billy Joel song, the Entertainer, says “laid all kinds of girls”. Sooooo. Yeah. Luckily he thinks it says “played all kinds of girls”. For now.