Tomorrow morning I am driving a minivan full of young people to Boston on a church trip.
I am excited about our trip. Highlights will include visiting the grave sites of famous Unitarians like Thoreau and Louisa May Alcott, attending a Sunday service, and meeting a local youth group. I think the highlight for me will be listening to what the kids have to say while I am driving. You know how I love to pretend I'm not listening and get the scoop.
I am also remembering school trips from my youth in Kentucky and the songs we would sing on the buses.
Songs like this little parody:
Please come to Kentucky in the springtime
We could go bowling, we could bowling, we could go bowling
We could pull into the parking lot at Hardees and just sit there...
And she said, "NO"
Then we would all just burst out laughing, because we knew we were losers living in the most boring place in the freakin' universe, and why would she even ask anyone who was in Kentucky to please come home to her?
Then we would all have another drink and make up another song. As teens we consumed an alarming amount of alcohol.
Yes, we spent many a bus ride and many a Saturday night sitting around singing stupid songs.
Dirty limericks were quite popular. If I heard my kids singing any of the stuff we used to sing, I would be really disturbed.
There once was a man named blah blah
blah blah blah fill in the blanks you know the way it works
blah blah blah something filthy
blah blah something really disgusting
blah blah blah something even Des won't put in print
followed by the rousing chorus of
Aye yie yie yie!
Your mother does deep squats on fence posts (that's the rural influence)
So sing me another one worse than the other one
And carry me off by my wolly
or, the very odd and offensive chorus
Aye yie yie yie
Your grandpa gave pap smears on slave boats...
Yes, we were putting down blacks, women and the grandfathers who provided them with health care, but I digress.
I wonder what my kids sing when there are no adults listening.
Honestly, I wonder if kids still sing.
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Patty McCormack lives on the hill
She won't do it but her sister will.........
OMG it's like you were there for my adolescence.
WAIT. You were there!
Thanks for reminding me how far we've come
from sitting in the car window frame at 80 mph chucking empties at roadsigns.
I work with a lot of teens these days - just got hired by the school district to run their theater, and yes they still believe that they are the immortal center of the universe on a mission to test every limit set.....and yes they still sing - songs that were old when WE were kids. Mrs. G.
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