I'm stuck in a musical time warp, but I'm fighting to get out.

The mid- to late-'60s is where I have been trapped, still listening to everything from the Rolling Stones to Creedence Clearwater Revival to Bob Seger to Three Dog Night.I know all the words to all the songs, and if you happen to pull up alongside my car at a red light, you just might hear me bellowing the words of a rock classic out the car window.Speaking of words to songs, my baby boomer friends often complain about the lyrics of the music kids listen to today."You can't understand a thing they are singing," says Mike. "The words don't make any sense," says Laura.Well, Mike, you go back to the love lyrics of the '60s and when the Bee Gees were singing, "more than a woman," you thought for the longest time they were saying, "bald headed woman."Now I am follicly impaired and I've yet to hear a song about bald guys, let alone one about bareheaded females.And Laura, you are stuck in the fa la la of the '50s. Talk about lyrics that make no sense, how about "dumdum, dum do dum de do de do," from "Come Softly to Me" by the Fleetwoods or "shoo-doo shooby- doo," from "In the Still of the Night" by the Five Satins, two of your favorite tunes.I've got my own high level vocabulary songs with "da da da da da da" from Tommy James's "Crimson and Clover, and my all-time great party sing-along, "nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, hey Jude" by the Beatles. I know I just put that song into your head and you're checking to see if I wrote down the right number of "nah nahs."Getting tunes out of my head is a daily exercise with me, especially with commercials. The one I can never get rid of is the "1-877 Kars for Kids" song they play on my sports talk radio station. When my son is in the car with me, I'll sing it over and over again so I can get it out of my head and put it into his, but it's not working. He covers his ears.I am expanding my musical genres. I'm a big Lady Gaga fan now, and in our house, you can find my wife, my kids and me singing and dancing to "Bad Romance" or "Applause" just before we sit down for dinner. Sometimes we mellow out to her ballads with Tony Bennett.By the way, forget about his singing, I'm amazed that Tony is still breathing. My parents listened to him, Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra, great crooners from back in their day.I like country music now too, but how many times do I have to hear about pickup trucks, six-packs of beer and country girls who wear tight blue jeans? Nevertheless, when I'm sitting outside on a warm afternoon drinking a cold one, there's nothing better than singing along with Trace Atkins' "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." These lyrics start to make perfect sense only after twisting off bottle cap number four.I have to admit I still listen to a good love song and to the old tunes that told stories, but some music today goes over the edge, and I mean that literally. Here's a great mood setter for early in your morning from Icona Pop. "I crashed my car into a bridge. I watched, I let it burn and I don't care. I love it. I don't care." Imagine this could be the song your daughter hears after you hand her the car keys for the first time she drives solo.The other day my little Sadie told me to shut up. No, she wasn't being disrespectful. She wanted me to dance. One of her favorite songs is "Shut Up and Dance with Me."I think I'll try that line with my wife. Then I'll sing Adam Lambert's "My Heart is a Ghost Town" to her. Now that ought to spark an evening of romance.Contact Rich Strack at

rstrack@tnonline.com.