Oct
11
2011

  Pumped Up Kicks

Now that W is at the stage when you'll never know exactly what he's going to repeat, or what exactly he's banking in that little head of his to repeat at a later time, I'm monitoring the music I hear on the radio.

Most songs, if there are lyrics I'd rather my son not learn, it's easy enough to switch stations and listen to another song. At this point I'm not terribly concerned with double entendres, as long as it's nothing that's so purple I don't want to hear coming out of his innocent mouth.

But "Pumped Up Kicks" has downright violent lyrics. If it wasn't set to such a catchy melody I'd be able to switch it off when it comes on the radio, but T and I both love the song. But I can't just blithely sing along "All the other kids with their pumped up kicks better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with their pumped up kicks better run, better run, faster than my bullet." with W listening. Especially since we do keep a gun in the house, we must be very careful that guns are always presented in a context of hunting and never playing.

So I made alternate lyrics. Now instead of a gun that the guy finds in his dad's closet, it's a wild blue bunny. Now I can belt out as I'm driving, "All the other kids with their pumped up kicks better run, better run, outrun my bunny. All the other kids with their pumped up kicks they better run, better run, faster than my rabbit." I made that up while I was in the car today. Tonight I took a stab at the verses. I didn't have to change much, but I went ahead and also eliminated the cigarette references and replaced that so now "He's got an old lollipop hanging out his mouth".

I brought my lyrics sheet into T's studio tonight, and recorded it in one take. He's going to see if he can make it all karaoke and get rid of the original vocals and put mine in. And I'll make some visuals for the video with a stuffed blue bunny that I happen to have. Then I'll post it to YouTube as a toddler-safe version of the hit song. . .