Pussycat Dolls, When I Grow Up
When I Grow Up....
Pussycat Dolls When I Grow Up Lyrics
Boys call you sexy (What's up sexy), And you don't care what they say, See, every time you turn around they screamin' your name
Now I've got a confession(Ha Ha Ha Ha) / When I was young, I wanted attention(Ha Ha Ha Ha) / And I promised myself that I'd do anything(Ha Ha Ha Ha) / Anything at all for them to notice me(Ha Ha Ha Ha)
But I ain't complaining / We all wanna be famous / So go ahead and say what you wanna say / You know what it's like to nameless / Want them to know what your name is / Cause' see when I was younger I would say
When I grow up I wanna be famous I wanna be a star I wanna be in movies / When I grow up I wanna see the world Drive nice cars I wanna have groupies / When I grow up Be on TV People know me Be on magazines / When I grow up Fresh and clean Number one chick when I step out on the scene
But be careful what you wish for cause' you just might get it / You just might get it / You just might get it
They used to tell me I was silly(Ha Ha Ha Ha) / Until I popped up on the TV(La La La La) / I always wanted to be a superstar(Ha Ha Ha Ha) / And knew that singing songs would get me this far(La La La La)
I see them staring at me / Oh, I'm a trendsetter / Yes, this is true 'cause what I do, no one can do it better / You can talk about me ‘Cause I'm a hot topic / I see you watching me, watching me, and I know you want it
As this video plays for the tenth time in a row, I must begrudgingly admit that in spite of my better judgment, that I evidently like this song. Though it represents in a nutshell almost everything which is wrong with the overprivelleged world today, unfortunately I am completely helpless when it comes to a decent beat, and producer Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins certainly outdid himself when he put this together. Up tempo, upbeat, varied enough to be interesting, and sure to send the club strobe lights flashing wildly enough to give 80% of the clientèle an epileptic fit, the beat is so strong that the lyrics are almost completely redundant, they could be chanting a shopping list, or the Top 10 most wanted Al Quaeda suspects for all it really matters.
Britney Spears was rumored to have filmed a cameo appearance for the video, but her part, if it ever existed, was cut before the video was released. Why? Possibly because Britney can no longer favorably compare with the five young ladies who have yet to bear children and therefore retain what are to be honest, almost prepubescent figures. Sure there's cleavage, but one gets the impression that the tape at work underneath those low cut tops probably should win engineering awards.
Lyrically the song is fairly awful, and the message it sends to the small children who will no doubt lap this up along with all the other over sexualized media which tends to be thrust at them these days is sure to foster the values which are accelerating the decline of Western morals and society by turning innocents into attention hungry media whores who value nothing but looking good (read: 'sexy', even if you're only 8 years old) and being famous.
Don't believe me? Check out the lyrics for yourself on the side...
What's possibly most disturbing about this song is that it seems deliberately aimed at children, lyrically at least. It's actually sung from the perspective of a child in places, which is especially disturbing seeing as the accompanying visuals are of scantily clad women spreading their legs and running their hands over their breasts.
An excellent dance track for adults, but just one more piece in the road to ruin for kids whose parents let them watch MTV thinking that this sort of thing is harmless. How many eating disorders, teenage pregnancies, and maladjusted young people do we need in the world before we actually seriously look at the messages blared at them?
As much as religious extremism sucks the proverbial monkey's testicles, I might have to give this one to the Amish and other such groups which prohibit media. This music video, and the myriad of others just like it, are the aural and visual equivalent of crack cocaine, normalising women with freakish body types and promoting the idea that being a sex object is the best thing a woman can hope to aspire to.
Alternate Lyrics You'll Never Hear:
When I grow up I wanna be smart I wanna be ecologically aware, I wanna be kind to my fellow man and do something on the planet besides promoting my own bared flesh with all the desperation of a crack addict on the third day of withdrawal.
When I grow up I wanna be valued for something other than my tits and ass and my ability to shake them in time to music. I wanna adress social imbalances that make the rich richer and the poor poorer.
When I grow up I wanna be an instrument for peace, and for things that really matter, like true love that doesn't depend on appearances, and the realization of higher spiritual values in the everyday world.