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Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show ~ "Sylvia's Mother"

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"Waiting for Dad", Winslow Homer, 1873

"DAD", Dana Schutz, 2007

"Dad", Octav Angheluta, 20th C

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My Dad was born on this day in 1954, so here are songs and performers that mention DAD:

Harry Chapin: Cat's in the Cradle

Foster The People: Pumped Up Kicks

Joni Mitchell: Ray's Dad's Cadillac

Woody Guthrie: Ship in the Sky

Marvin Gaye: I'm Going Home (Move)

Dr. Hook: Cover of the Rolling Stone

The White Stripes: Red Death at 6:14

Amy Winehouse: Rehab

Billie Eilish: bad guy

Rod Stewart: Touchline

The 1975: Love It if We Made It

Buju Banton: Single Parent

Demi Lovato: Daddy Issues

Pearl Jam: Release

Ariana Grande: thank u, next

George Jones: Bull Mountain Lad

Sabrina Carpenter: Juno

Bloodhound Gangs: My Dad Says That's for P*ssies

GRLWood: I'm Yer Dad

Gorillaz: 5/4

Taylor Swift: But Daddy I Love Him

DIE ANTWOORD: Daddy

Weezer: Say It Ain't So

Korn: Daddy

Coldplay: Daddy

Merle Haggard: Sing a Family Song

Radiohead: Sulk

Audra McDonald: Your Daddy's Son

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Mommy Where's Daddy?

Beyonce & the Chicks: Daddy Lessons

Alice Cooper: Enough's Enough

Manfred Mann's Earth Band: Blinded by the Light

Big Daddy Kane: I Get the Job Done

Green Day: Coming Clean

Elvis Presley: Inherit the Wind

Elvis Costello: Shot with His Own Gun & Clubland

Peter Gabriel: Father, Son

The Yardbirds: Ha! Ha! Said the Clown

Talking Heads: Big Daddy & Mommy Daddy You and I

Johnny Cash: Send a Picture of Mother

Bob Dylan: Rank Strangers to Me

Nat King Cole: Friendless Blues

Nirvana: Sliver

Bruce Springsteen: Born in the USA

Lana Del Rey: Be My Daddy

David Bowie: Bleed Like a Craze, Dad

Little Richard: Heeby-Jeebies

Hank Williams: My Son Calls Another Man Daddy

Ella Fitzgerald: My Heart Belongs to Daddy

Chuck Berry: Dear Dad

Dennis Locorriere ~died May 16, 2026 in West Sussex, England at the age of 76.

This bluesy bopper from Dr. Hook’s self-titled 1972 debut is intended to offend. It’s also written by children’s literature legend Shel Silverstein along with all but one track on their debut.

“I Call That True Love” is a misogynistic incel male fantasy that’s so over the top that if it doesn’t make you snicker you’re probably part of the problem. 

“I wanna come home every evenin' to a great big meal of wine and roasted pheasant

I want you to say to me Ray, hey this is Susy, this is Kay, I brought 'em both home to you for a present

When The Man downs his soul and find my stash, won't you tell 'em it belongs to you

And when you're sittin' in the slam tell all the other chickies when they get out they should look me up too”

Silverstein piles it on from tip to tail, and Dr. Hook makes the fucker swing with tipsy back porch charm, especially singer Ray Sawyer’s fully committed, frog croak delivery. The man sells verses lesser frontmen would have flubbed. 

Like much of the group’s first three albums, “I Call That True Love” is only-in-the-seventies counter culture courting gold best enjoyed with an ice cold Banquet Beer and a freshly rolled number. 

81. Sylvia's Mother by Dr Hook and the Medicine Show debuted Apr 72 and peaked at number five, scoring 987 points.

Sylvia’s mother says…

“I’m sorry to tell you this, young man,

But Sylvia’s broken it off. She’s a flighty thing,

As you’re probably well aware and - to be

Blunt - she just doesn’t care to talk.”

She’s typically found it enough

For the boyfriend of the month, but now

The phone will not stop ringing. On and on,

Until Sylvia’s mother can hardly stand it.

Turning to her daughter, she says

“For Christ’s sake, by all that’s holy,

Sylvie, will you please just talk to the lad?”

But Sylvia,

Packing in her room,

Pondering, red dress or white?

Or maybe the blue? (she knows the blue one

Drives the boys crazy) just widens her eyes

At her mother. “Please, you talk to him!

Tell him I’m busy! Or that I’m sick!

Come ON, Mum! Just get him

To let me alone!”

So Sylvia’s mother -

Oh, that long-suffering mother -

Picks up the phone again and says

“Look, Sylv’s preoccupied! In fact, she’s

Moving away. Out of the country. To Vancouver,

If you must know, she’s got cousins over there

And she’ll walk in the snow and take up hiking,

So please, PLEASE stop ringing us.”

But the calls keep coming, and

Sylvia’s father starts getting involved.

“Look, Sylvie, this has to stop. The man’s

Half-mad with phoning the house - I don’t know

Where he’s getting all the pennies from.”

Sylvia smirks, a little, over the dining table,

But her father keeps going: “If you would only

Talk to him, we’re sure - your mother and I,

Quite sure, he’d stop. It’s doing our heads in.”

And Sylvia stays silent,

Brooding on her cornflakes,

While across the room her mother says

“Well, I’m sorry to have to tell you this,

But Sylvia died. Quite suddenly. Last

Tuesday, as it happens. We’re

Distraught, of course. Of

Course. No flowers,

Thank you. Yes.”

There’s silence -

A blissful, fumbling silence on the line -

Then one last blurt of speech

As Sylvia’s mother says…

“Yes.

Yes, thank you.

Yes.