What are the words that every mother dreads to hear?
“Please, Mummy, can we listen to Lady Gaga?”
It’s my fault, I suppose. I can only blame myself. I may not be a huge fan but I do own two of her CD’s and often when it’s ‘dancing time’ in the living room, I will reach for The Fame. There are quite a few songs on that CD that I like.
Apparently, there are quite a few songs on that CD that my kids like as well and they have made it quite clear that while we’re in the car, the only music that we should be listening to is Lady Gaga.
There are only so many times that I can listen to Lady Gaga before I start engaging in road rage behavior. I know the words to every song.
So do my kids.
Let’s have some fun,
This beat is sick,
I want to take a ride on your disco stick
“What’s a disco stick, Mummy?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps, we should listen to some REM this morning. We need a break from Lady Gaga, don’t we?”
Was I just exceeding the speed limit?
(roughly two minutes later…)
“I don’t want to listen to REM. This music is boring.”
“Mummy, can we listen to Lady Gaga?”
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I’m marvelous
“She said ‘chicken’” (laughing hysterically) “She said, ‘chicken’, Mummy!”
“Right… ‘chicken’… of course, she did.”
I’ve given up on my chances for the Mother of the Year Award. Even still, Just Dance wins the prize as our all-time favorite dance-in-the-living-room-song so we shall heed the advice of Lady Gaga…
Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Just dance.
And when things get a little too crazy in the car, I reach over and switch to the trusted radio because you can’t wrong with that, right?
“Mummy, why do you have to fight for your right to party?”
Any thoughts on this one, Beastie Boys fans? 😉

