BUT WE STILL CAN’T SAY “FUCK” ON THE RADIO

As my son dozed on the way to school this morning, I had the opportunity to listen to the lyrics of Rihanna’s new hit single, Rude Boy. At first I thought it a commercial for a new and improved Viagra, “Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?” But when I heard, “I like the way you touch me there, I like the way you pull my hair… I like when you tell me ‘kiss you there, I like when you tell me ‘move it there’,” I realized rude boy needs a lot more than medicine for his erectile dysfunction.

If you stay tuned to hear out Bedrock, you’ll find that Lil’ Wayne’s “room is the G spot” and to call him “Mr. Flintstone” cause he “can make your bed rock.”

Now don’t start calling me a prude or an artistic censor. All I’m saying is if Ri and LW can share what used to only be found in the “Letters” section of Penthouse Magazine with anyone with a radio, then why is “fuck” still given the bleep?

Seems as though we can describe the act in intimate detail as long as it remains unnamed, a phenomena I can only attribute to Harry Potter. “Fuck”, at least to the FCC, has become “the deed that cannot be named”.

Wizardry aside, most kids seem to listen for the music and not advice. And but for the internet, I would identify maybe half the words to Rude Boy. In case you want to know all the words, the the full lyrics can be found below.

“Do you like it?”

RUDE BOY LYRICS

[Chorus]

Come here, rude boy, boy; can you get it up?

Come here rude boy, boy; is you big enough?

Take it, take it baby, baby

Take it, take it; love me, love me

[x2]

Tonight I’ma let you be the captain

Tonight I’ma let you do your thing, yeah

Tonight I’ma let you be a rider

Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up babe

Tonight I’ma let it be fire

Tonight I’ma let you take me higher

Tonight, baby, we could get it on, yeah, we could get it on, yeah

Do you like it?

Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want

Give it to me, baby like boom, boom, boom

What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want

Nah nah-ah

[Chorus]

Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?

Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?

Take it, take it, baby, baby, take it, take it, love me, love me

[x2]

Tonight I’ma give it to ya harder

Tonight I’ma turn ya body out

Relax; let me do it how I wanna

If you got it I need it and I’ma put it down

Buckle up; I’ma give it to ya stronger

Hands up; we could go a little longer

Tonight I’ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby

Like it?

Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want

Give it to me, baby like boom, boom, boom

What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want

Nah nah-ah

[Chorus]

Come here, rude boy, boy can you get it up?

Come here rude boy, boy is your big enough?

Take it, take it, baby, baby, take it, take it, love me, love me

[x2]

I like the way you touch me there

I like the way you pull my hair

Babe, if I don’t feel it I ain’t faking, no, no

I like when you tell me ‘kiss you there’

I like when you tell me ‘move it there’

So giddy-up; time to get it up: you say you a rude boy: show me what you got now

Come here right now

Take it, take it, baby, baby, take it, take it, love me, love me

[Chorus]

Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?

Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?

Take it, take it, baby, baby, take it, take it, love me, love me

[x2]

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