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Baby, the most abused word in the Afrikaans language

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I told my husband this morning that "baby" must be the most abused and misused word in the Afrikaans language.  There is not an Afrikaans song that does not contain the word in either the title or lyrics.

Let me give some examples, starting with the particularly bad and ending with some more benign song titles:
  1. In first place, must be that horrible song called "Sweet Dreams Baby" - This song also has extremely deep lyrics, "Sweet dreams baby, lekker doeks" - why is the only question I have...
  2. In second place, a song that goes something along the line of "baby baby baby ek sal jou nooit" and then I don't know the rest by a guy named Nicholis Louw, deep, really deep
  3. in third place, has to be that classic "Baby tjoklits" by Gerhard Steyn, just listen to these deep lyrics, "Baby ek laaik jou soos jy is, my hart klop tjoklits as jy naby is, baby, baby tjoklits"
Now, I can carry on with this for at least 20 more pages, my point is that I have a two year old boy who is susceptible to all sorts of bad influences at this stage.  It took one listen to Baby Tjoklits whilst driving in the car and he knows the (deep) lyrics off by heart.  I must just at this stage point out that I also play things like Coldplay, U2 and the like, yet he never remembers a single lyric despite numerous repetition...

Once the common song is in his mind, its imprinted there forever, we have to buy a cd or download a mp3.  We listen to these songs over and over and over again, its torture.  He asks for these songs by name.  He throws tantrums of monumental proportions when his wishes are not adhered to.  Torture I tell you.

I hate these people who come up with a toe tapping beat and tune, add simple yet highly effective lyrics containing the word baby, hate them.  There is one exception to this rule though, a guy named Jay and a girl named Lianie May has a song called "Toe stop my hart".  I quote "Toe stop my hart, toe stop my hart by jou, en ek het jou kom red my baby, jy is als wat ek het my baby..." and this is my favourite song, tell someone and I will kill you.  I even got the CD for Christmas.  And that is all that I will say about that.
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