In honor of Sir Mix-a-Lot's epic performance of "Baby Got Back," we dedicate today's category to the songs you were too young to be listening to, where the lyrics were over your head--or maybe they weren't, you "fresh" thing!--but that didn't stop you from nodding and singing along.
Unless your parents were around.
That's when you'd turn down the sound so low on your Walkman you could barely hear the beat through your foam headphones. Or if you were in the car and that song came on the radio, you suddenly engaged your parents in conversation, hoping to talk long and loudly enough to obscure all the explicit parts. Once the song ended, you fell silent, now fascinated by the passing scenery.
Can I get an Amen?
In my case, we weren't in the car. Mommy and I were at the Pizza Hut on Stenton Avenue near Washington Lane with David, my Aunt Bernice, and cousin Nate. I don't know what was up with the jukebox at this Pizza Hut, but every time we finished eating, this song would fill the silence with a rapid drum beat followed by a suggestive male moan. David and I would shoot panicked looks at each other, praying Mommy would be too busy laughing with Aunt B to notice the filth pouring from the speakers.
Or that her Christian children knew every word, grunt, and sigh.
I don't think she ever said anything about it, but every time I hear this song, I think of Pizza Hut with Nate and Aunt B, Mommy's potential wrath, and spine-tingling fear.
The group is Bell Biv DeVoe. The song is "Do Me (Baby)."
What song did you hide from your parents back in the day? Let me know in the comments!