I am getting more and more annoyed with FM radio stations, and not just in my hometown. Many of the “classic hits” stations are now shoving stuff from the 1990s into their playlists, meaning if I want to stay tuned to THAT station, I’ll have to put up with bands like The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Maroon Five and who knows what else.
Guys, your core audience is the group of people my age: Over 50, retire or semi-retired, affluent enough to pay the higher ticket prices — that is, whenever bands will be allowed to tour again— and, dare I say it, mostly Caucasian.
As I’ve been listening to some of the old classis, I’ve been noticing, as I’ve been singing along, that some key words are missing from key verses and choruses. Back in the day, when FM AOR stations were the rage, they weren’t really concerned about some of the language that was contained in the album cuts.
Some that came to mind were songs by Steely Dan, The Who, Dire Straits, Pink Floyd and the Steve Miller Band, although when I did a Google search for “classic rock and roll songs with bad words,” bands like AC/DC and Van Halen were cited as well as the ones I mentioned for lyrics like “highway to hell” and “runnin’ with the devil.” Oh! Gasp! What is this world coming to?
Anyway, getting back to my original rant, I took the liberty of cutting and pasting some of the lines from some of the songs belonging to some of the bands we know and love.
Where the naughty words were, I’ve changed them to EXPLETIVE. So read on, sing along and use the words that were originally there. I KNOW you know them. And I’m disturbed that we can’t sing along with the radio anymore.
Well, at least we’ve got our Google home units and Alexa. Right?
(For what it’s worth, the one from Dire Straits really surprised me. Hell — I mean, heck — even the president talks like that, doesn’t he?
Show biz kids making movies
Of themselves you know they
Don’t give a EXPLETIVE about anybody else
Come on, come on, who? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, who the EXPLETIVE are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, tell me who are you (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
See the little EXPLETIVE with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that’s his own hair
That little EXPLETIVE got his own jet airplane
That little EXPLETIVE he’s a millionaire
Money, get back
I’m all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullEXPLETIVE
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
Touchin’ down in New England town
Feel the heat comin’ down
I’ve got to keep on keepin’ on
You know the big wheel keeps on spinnin’ around
And I’m goin’ with some hesitation
You know that I can surely see
That I don’t want to get caught up in any of that
Funky EXPLETIVE goin’ down in the city
(The Steve Miller Band)
At least they changed this one to “funky kicks” so you don’t have to sing along over dead air.