Back in the 90s I had a boss
Good guy, good leader, worked me like a horse
Boss only listened to 60s music
Played the 60s station all the time
Said it was the best music
From back in his prime
A recent study shows
Music taste mostly develops as a teen
Men’s average age only 14
When their favorite song was released
Hormones meet high school meet first girly crush
Youth Center juke box ain’t playin’ Dad’s junk
It’s our time, our life, let’s have our say
Move over Pops, give this song a play
With paper route money I bought my own radio
Could get the New York stations at night
They’re playing stuff like I’ve never heard
I think this is changing my life
I remember winning a Frank Zappa album
Calling a Hartford radio station
To this day, that album’s a fave
Called Overnight Sensation
My friend’s mother didn’t like it loud
She called it insect music
But when Frank sings “movin’ to Montana soon”
It’s mighty hard not to crank it
So I get it, teen years pull big weight
Teen psych development is a bear
But as for me, I like to move on
See what the young folks are playin’
I remember asking my boss
Does it have to be this way?
Will it always be 60s music?
Or, maybe in 10 years, can the 70s get some play?
Nope, he said, it will always be the 60s for me
That’s when I brimmed full of life
Back then I thought I was invincible
And I didn’t have a wife
A couple of years back, I drove by my old boss’ place
Could barely see the house through the trees
But I’m pretty sure I heard Stairway to Heaven
Soarin’ tall in the cool night breeze
Waipahu Bob 