Feliz NaviDAD! It’s got your name in it!”
Told my kids: "If I have to listen to this song one more time, I am going to Dua Lipa off the roof".
"Wow! I didn't think you'd like rap music!"
"I didn't, either," the old man replied. "It all started after my hip op".
It’s taking the world by storm! (Help me)
I told her that the singer is a weight lifter. The eye roll was accompanied by a smirk.
The music video for the song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47dtFZ8CFo8
Ka-Boom, Crap, the sound of my fart, The reek goes on and on and on and on and....
It's always a guaranteed eye-roll, especially when my daughter is with her friends.
Bert and Ernie worked together as daytime radio hosts for over twenty years. They'd traded jokes, played pop music and generally made peoples lives a touch brighter as they trundled to their workplace.
Now though, there was a silence on the air. Ernie silently reread the fax from civil defense. As licensed broadcasters, they were legally obligated to alert the public, to tell them that several nuclear missile launches had occured, and that in a few minutes all the world's troubles would be over. But what was the point in that? To torture people with the knowledge of something they couldn't change?
Ernie looked up at Bert. Their eyes met and a decision was reached. Bert put on their most requested song, a sugary top 40 tune, while Ernie produced a bottle of bourbon from under the desk. As their producer banged on the locked studio coor, the colleagues toasted the end of a long career.
Bert. always the consummate professional, turned away as the first explosion split the horizon. He straightened his tie, tucked in his shirt and brushed his hair back. He would meat his fiery death with dignity.
He turned to Ernie and said in a quiet, resigned voice, "How do I look, Ernie?"
Ernie walked slowly over to his friend. He hugged his companion, released him and studied Bert's face. He saw the closeness they shared, all the long years tying them together, and the strength of their relationship. He took a deep breath, with tears streaming down his cheeks. He spoke in a quiet, broken tone:
"With your eyes, Bert."
My dad when a foo fighters song comes on the radio:
“Have you ever heard of that band called the Flu Fighters?! They’re sick!”
Good one dad, good one.
My dad, sister and I were driving home the other night when a U2 song came on the radio. He asked us if we knew what the song was about (Sunday Bloody Sunday). I knew, and mentioned it's unfortunate source. My sister then asks from the back seat "Are U2 Irish?" to which my dad responds "Nope! We're Canadian!" and then begins laughing so hard that he is practically in tears and snorting. He didn't stop for a good 2 or 3 minutes. My sister and I just shook our heads slowly.
Growing up, my dad would always dad joke me when a Who song came on the radio. Today was the day I got him back.
Me: "Who is 50 years old."
Him: "Who?"
Me: "Yes!"
Him: "Yes?"
Me: "No, The Who. Yes has been together for only 46 years."
My dad used to play a game with me and my brother that was, in effect, an extended dad joke.
The "beginner" version, when I was younger, was when I would be talking about something, my dad would intentionally misinterpret it so that we could correct him. The objective being to keep up the misinterpretation in as long of a chain as possible.
Me: "Dad! Top Gun is on TV!"
Dad: "Doesn't that movie have that whiny folk singer on the radio in it?"
Me: "...No, dad, that's Tom Petty, not Tom Cruise."
Dad: "Oh, I thought he was Rosanne Barr's husband?"
Me: "No, dad, that's Tom Arnold, not Tom Petty."
Dad: "Oh. I thought he was that golfer..."
Later, once I figured it out, we moved to "advanced mode", where we skip the "correction" and just prove that you catch the reference by making another error in response.
Dad: "Oh. I thought he was that golfer..." (Arnold Palmer)
Me: "...wait, I thought that was the victim in Twin Peaks?" (Laura Palmer)
Dad: "...no, you're thinking of the lady who was the actress in Jurassic Park." (Laura Dern)
And so on. Did anyone else's dad's do something like this? Or any current dads? I currently play a version of this with my wife where she'll put on the radio and I'll intentionally misinterpret the artist. (Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody is playing, I comment to the effect of "God, I love Styx. Such a great song.")
Dad and me, listening to the radio in 1996......Dad: "Who does this song?" Me: "It's Garbage." Dad: "I know, but what's the name of the band?"
Jackson Browne's "Loadout/Stay" was on the radio.
My wife said, "Did he do this song when you saw him in concert?" I replied, "No, actually he didn't do any encore at all." She said, "If I went to a concert and they didn't do an encore, I'd leave."
She immediately started elbowing me in my ribs to make sure I got it. I laughed about it the whole drive home. I'm so proud of her.
I heard "Fancy" on the radio somewhere around 15 times while driving around doing errands today. Even if you like a song that's annoying.
"Fancy" comes on yet again.
"Oh Lord" I say out loud.
To which my brain responds: "No, not Lorde. Iggy Azalea."
I facepalmed. I'm a 24 year old female.
This stupid song from the movie Grease comes on the radio and my wife asked, "Do you know what part of the movie they sing this song in?". I said , " The worst part?" She said," No the end." And my son replied, "So the best?"
A guy was playing music while trying to sell his CDs. Between songs, he threw this out there: "Bought myself an AM radio the other day; I was really happy when I found out it still works in the evening!"
One Direction's 'Story of My Life' came on the radio. My mother asked who sang this song, and was surprised to find out it was One Direction. My brother and I commented that it didn't really sound like their other songs, and my Dad chimes in, "So I guess they went another direction."
I'm constantly dadding my fiancé with bad dad jokes. Recently she's been upping her game.
Driving through the city, the song "With or Without You" comes on the radio.
It starts kind of slow, so I ask "Is this U2?"
Fiancé replies "No."
The song picked up a bit and I quickly realized that it was in fact U2.
Me: "Yeah it is, see?!?"
Fiancé: "I don't sing this song!"
Me: groan
One day my dad & I were driving home from fishing and a Neil Diamond song was on the radio. My dad said, "This is actually an impersonator called Neil Sapphire." I immediately responded, "Don't you mean Neil Cubic Zirconia?" His groan was priceless to me back then, and I'm waiting for the day my son will do that to me.
(true story from ~30 years ago)
It was subtle, and you'll need to know some 80s trivia. It was really bad, but I also think it was pretty clever.
I was driving to Dave and Buster's with my dad, his girlfriend, and my younger siblings when "This Is It" by Kenny Loggins came on the radio.
Dad: "Is this Kenny Loggins? It sounds like him."
Dad's GF: "Yeah, I remember this song. It was before he got big."
Dad: "Ah. He's pretty lucky he cut Footloose, then."
Brother: "What's Footloose?"
Dad's GF: "It was a movie that came out when-"
Me: "Wait... Dammit, Dad."
Dad's GF: "What? ... Oh, God. Really, Chris? Really?"
He spent the rest of the 45 minute ride giggling like a schoolgirl.
I was driving in the car with my daughter when The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole comes on the radio
"Daddy, how do they roast chestnuts?"
"On an open fire, duh"
Cue eye roll and a 9 year old googling the answer
Disclaimer: Told by a non-father
American Woman comes on radio
"Guess who plays this song..."
car passengers start to guess the band
"No, Guess Who (the band) plays this song"
Driving to Tim Hortons, and we're sitting in the drive thru. .
Of course, Boston us on the radio, playing more than a feeling.
What the he'll does my old man do?
He pulls down his bottom lip, to show me his teeth, and yells look!!! Look!!! I have more than a feeling!!! (filling) I got one capped and I just got on pulled!!! (of course, to the tune of the song)
Wow dad, just wow. .
I was about 8 and a friend's dad was driving us somewhere when American Woman comes on the radio.
Friend's Dad(FD): Guess who sings this song?
Me: I don't know.. The Beatles?
FD: No, Guess Who
Me: The Eagles?
FD: Guess Who is the name of the band
Me: groan
Did you hear that new middle eastern song they're playing on the radio?
What a Baghdad had
My son hear the word "amnesia" in a song on the radio and says "I've heard that word before, but I forgot what it means."
He thought it was funny when I explained why I was laughing, too.
I had just gotten off the phone with my wife on the car bluetooth and the radio came on. Of course Adele's Hello started playing (why is this song so overplayed?) so I pretended it was another call and started replying to her. It works for the first few verses.
The the kitchen I work in, two of the cooks normally have the local Latino top 40 station on the radio. Last night, a bachata song was playing on the radio, when one of my coworkers asked one of the cooks, Omar, about it. I noticed he had a huge grin on his face. I knew something was up.
Coworker: "Hey Omar, what is this stuff on the radio?"
Omar: "It's bachata, te gustas? [do you like it?]"
Coworker: "Oh yeah guey, I love horchata."
Omar then gives my coworker the much needed groan, while I laugh my ass off.
We have the old-rock radio station playing in our office and I was mockingly humming along to the tunes of one of the songs.
Then my supervisor says, "Oh I know you are not making fun of Def Leppard."
"It's not like they would be able to hear me if I was." I replied.
No one laughed, but the manager walked out of his office to say, "Come on guys, you have to admit that one was good."
A while ago I was sat down to dinner with my family, a delicious meal as it always is, ta very much Mum. Throughout dinner and the usual post-dinner chatter Dad had been muttering "My my myyyy Delilah..." to himself. Usually you can ignore a bit of a quiet singsong someone outside of a conversation is having to themselves but every 10-15 minutes he'd go "My my myyyy Delilah...". A good 2 hours after starting our dinner my sister feels the need to ask "Dad, why do you keep singing my my my delilah? Was there a song on the radio or something?". Dad gives a confused little look and goes "Hmmm? What? Oh dear oh dear oh dear... It's actually a medical problem. I went to the doctor about it recently" then raises his head trying to conceal that grin that we all know and dread. "He said I had Tom Jones Syndrome. I asked if it was common. He just shrugged and said it's not unusual". I gave him two thumbs up and a look of respect, most of the table gave a horrified groan. 2 Hours! the dedication on that man!
So we were riding in the car with my dad when a Rush song came on the radio. He proceeded to point out that Rush once played on an episode of 60 Minutes. He called it "Rush Hour".
