He’s mellowed since he had kids, but once upon a time Adam Sandler was behind some pretty lewd forms of complete hilarity. And they’re still being played on the radio, much to some parents chagrin.
Just a note to those parents – you’re almost twenty years behind the times.
USA Today’s Drive On featured a major warning to parents that Sirius/XM included an unedited version of Sandler’s Thanksgiving Song in its holiday broadcasts. With a reference to “V.D.” and the use of the word “masturbate,” Drive On indicated parents should be careful to screen out offensive stations so they don’t face uncomfortable situations down the road.
In case you don’t remember, it was originally performed on Weekend Update on Saturday Night Live back in 1991:
And this is what twenty years will do to a song – I’m hard pressed to be upset about either of those references in front of my kid. She doesn’t even know what “V.D.” is and as for masturbate – have you watched the kids singing Lady Gaga?
Not to mention ours is hardly the only family that listened to Arlo Guthrie’s Alice’s Restaurant this holiday – as we have every Thanksgiving since I was a kid.
And despite being written in the sixties, the eighteen minute song features substantially worse lyrics than Sandler’s. A taste of what I’d forgotten about before letting my four-year-old dance around the living room to Arlo with her uncle:
“I walked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, “Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604.” And I went up there, I said, “Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL.” And I started jumpin up and down yelling, “KILL, KILL,” and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, “KILL, KILL.” And the sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, “You’re our boy.”
Or this little gem:
“there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me!”
But it’s holiday tradition. And most kids pay no more attention to the lyrics than the rest of us (hence all those really bad covers on YouTube, complete with missed words and mixed up choruses).It’s when you start making it a big deal that they jump on board. Who wouldn’t want to turn back to the station that someone just turned off, just to figure out what was so bad?
Besides, is it really so bad to have to answer a question now and then?
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