Get out of my dreams, get into my car
I'm standing there in Glassons with my seven and four year old sons as my wife tries on pretty dress after pretty dress. My younger son, ever inquisitive, asks what type of music we're listening to is. Until that moment, I had been subconsciously blocking it from entering my brain. I listened...
Get outta my dreams
Get in to my car
Get outta my dream
Get in to the back seat baby
Get in to my car
Beep Beep, yeah
Get outta my mind
Get in to my life
Ooooooh
Oh I said hey (Hey) you (You)
Get in to my car
..."Well, " I said, "I suppose it's kinda pop music."
My son thought this over then announced...
"I hate pop music!"
Submitted by noizyboy on Mon, 2006-12-11 20:06.
That particular dirge did signal the decline of Western civilization, I do believe. That a small child recognises this (children tending to like Wiggles and songs about crazy frogs) demonstrates this perfectly.