you’re lucky that my dad isn’t still alive and lurking on these boards.
My son’s favorite movie is the Beatles’ Yellow Submarine. He loves to sing the title song at every possible occasion, at the top of his voice.
Now, have I mentioned that my son is 3 years old and doesn’t speak a work of English?
EE OH LEE INNA ELLO TUMBALEEN, ELLO TUMBALEEN, ELLO TUMBALEEN!
(He understands the plot of the movie perfectly, if course, even though he thinks the Fab Four are named “Zhorzh”, “Zhorzh”, “That Man” and “Zhorzh.” He’s 3. Being 3 is exact like being on a constant acid trip, which is the only way adults can follow the movie).)
I think I love your son. Too cute!
My kids are currently Beatles freaks. My 9yo son got on a serious Beatles jag recently, and his younger sibs (6yo boy and 3yo girl) are following suit.
My 3yo daughter’s favorite is The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill. It’s kind of weird to hear a cute little 3yo girl singing “Hey, Bungalow Bill, what did you kill?”
Oh yes. He’s dangerously adorable.
That’s a very clever observation!
The Beatles seems to very popular among the single-digit set. My daughter has long been a fan of Beatles songs and is particularly appreciative of the soundtrack to I am Sam, which is a collection of contemporary Beatles covers.
Her favorite song is “Blackbird” with “Mother Nature’s Son” a close second. It’s adorable to hear her sing it and as she gets older she’s starting to experiment with vocal tremolo, so her singing is sounding much more dramatic. It’s so funny to hear her try to sing like a professional!
My son, OTOH, who also loved singing as a child is tone deaf, but didn’t know it until his teens. At about age 7, he was involved with a kid’s singing group that learned the theme to Titanic (“My Heart Will Go On”?) and insisted on singing it (flatly, I might add) over and over again. As cute as his enthusiasm was, it wasn’t long before I wanted to shoot myself in the head.
ETA: Ooh, I almost forgot his favorite song was “What Time is it?” by the Spin Doctors and he really exaggerated the lyrics:
What tahm is it?
Four thir-tay!
It’s not late, no, NO!
It’s ER-LAY, ER-LAY, ER-LAY!
For some reason, El Submarino Amarillo was one of the songs we were taught in kindergarten 
Mind you, the fact that it was 1971 may have had something to do with it…
Pity I don’t remember most of the Spanish lyrics. You guys think that teaching the English version to my nephews would be OK with my SiL? Maybe I should try Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds instead?
I hear ya… that was one of my faves to sing from listening to Mom’s copy of the White Album. And, at 11, I had no real idea of what “it” meant, but twas a good song to sing loud.
My baby sister, at 6, once surprised a whole crowd of Dad’s students, traveling on a bus fieldwork trip in the 70’s by saying “Shit!” over and over. Mom pulled her aside and said. “You shouldn’t say that! It’s a bad word.” Little Sis, in her cute ponytails, said, “But I heard it on the TV song…” Mom: “What???” Sis: who’d heard the popular Coca Cola commercial of the time, piped up: I’d like to teach the world to sing, and furniSH IT with love…"
Everyone cracked up. How she made that connection at that age is a real mystery. Dad’s students prolly didn’t help much with her also hearing that word, though.
I distinctly remember driving across the US with my father and mother, when I was about 5. I spent the entire trip in the back seat springing up and down over and over and over to the tune of:
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Nah -BATMAN!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Nah - BATMAN, BATMAN BATMAN!
Repeat until euthanized.
When my SO was around 3(he was born in 1981) he would mortify his mother by singing Madonna’s Like A Virgin everywhere they went. Especially the grocery store to ensure the maximum number of people could hear it.
I’m sure it came as no shock to anyone that he turned out to be gay.
For anyone interested, considering some of the previous conversations, my wife and I are getting ready to pick up several of these . Just thought some of you might get as much of a kick out of this as we did.
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A few years ago I read a fantastic magazine article about the Red Hot Chili Peppers. A mom was quoted as saying her five-year-old refused to get dressed in the morning unless they were singing “Give It Away” :eek: …except that they sang it, “Gimme an arm, gimme an arm, gimme an arm now! Gimme a leg, gimme a leg, gimme a leg now!” and “You got a sock, you gotta give it to your ma-ma!” etc. 
Hard core Dylan Freak checking in. When my kids (both now in their 20s) were little, I always had His Bobness on in the car. They’ve both, on different occasions, been to his concerts with me. Need less to say, they grew up hearing some strange lyrics…
To this day I can say, “The sun is not yellow…” and they’ll shout back, “IT’S CHICKEN!!!”
Curse you, Moving target! I just spent a bazillion dollars on eBay already today, and now I’m going hunting for the Cure, NIN, and Floyd versions of those cds!
Thanks for the link though. Me likey. (Even though my kids already hear the “real” versions of most of that stuff, those still sound pretty neat.)
My parents used to listen to Leonard Cohen and would think “Please don’t let the kids ask what ‘Don’t Go Home with Your Hard-On’ means, please don’t…”
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Originally Posted by T. Slothrop
"When my younger brother was at the age of singing the same song over and over, my parents took him on a military space available flight from the US to Australia with many stops and waits. The entire trip (and back) my brother sang the song: “Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees and the moon up above, and a thing called loooooove.” Sorry, I don’t remember the title of the song.
My father, a WWII Marine who fought the war through the Pacific was kind of proud of resisting euthanizing my little brother. "
Quote: originally posted by Attack from the 3rd Dimension:
"I distinctly remember driving across the US with my father and mother, when I was about 5. I spent the entire trip in the back seat springing up and down over and over and over to the tune of:
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Nah -BATMAN!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Nah - BATMAN, BATMAN BATMAN!
Repeat until euthanized."
Attack from the 3rd Dimension is the user name of the younger brother I refered to in my original post about my parents’ trip to Australia. He’s lucky to be alive.