get out of my head, wretched song

I am a good boss, most of the time. I let the people I supervise control the radio station. Most days, it switches from hip hop to light rock & back several times a day. Lots of horrible Ashley Simpson. I hate her. The is a long tradition of pretty girls who can't sing having hit songs. While I don't agree with the sentiment, I accept it. I just don't think Ashley's cute enough to justify the constant playing of her unmelodic yodeling.

Anyway, for the past few days, the country station has been the radio of choice. Never something I've listened to much. I have generally preferred my country with an alt- preceeding it. I'm finding most of it surprisingly okay. Not something I'd seek out, but tolerably enjoyable. There's this one song, 'Bumper of my SUV' that is played constantly that has been in my head for days. The sentiment, the words, the delivery, the melody, all of it is gross. I especially hate how she alludes to Marines in Hiroshima. They weren't there - we dropped the bomb to avoid a land invasion of Japan! Every time this song comes on, I want to yell at the radio, "lady, if you stop driving your gas guzzling car, maybe we wouldn't have war & people wouldn't be angry with you. Maybe you shouldn't be making judgments about mini-van drivers & their schooling choices if you don't want people to be assuming things about you because of your bumper stickers." Such rage. Such rage. The lyrics follow:

"Bumper of my SUV"

I've got a bright red sticker on the back of my car,
Says: "United States Marines."
An' yesterday a lady in a mini-van,
Held up her middle finger at me.
Does she think she knows what I stand for,
Or the things that I believe?
Just by looking at a sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.

See, my brother Chris, he's been in,
For more than 14 years now.
Our Dad was in the Navy during Vietnam,
Did his duty, then he got out.
And my Grandpa earned his Purple Heart,
On the beach of Normandy.
That's why I've got a sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.

But that doesn't mean that I want war:
I'm not Republican or Democrat.
But I've gone all around this crazy world,
Just to try to better understand.
An' yes, I do have questions:
I get to ask them because I'm free.
That's why I've got a sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.

'Cause I've been to Hiroshima,
An' I've been to the DMZ.
I've walked on the sand in Baghdad,
Still don't have all of the answers I need.
But I guess I wanna know where she's been,
Before she judges and gestures to me,
'Cause she don't like my sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.

So I hope that lady in her mini-van,
Turns on her radio and hears this from me.
As she picks up her kids,
From their private school,
An' drives home safely on our city streets.
Or to the building where her church group meets:
Yeah, that's why I've got a sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.