Ever watch 12-year-old girls dance to a song about men ejaculating on women?

I did, one Saturday afternoon, with my best friend at his niece’s softball game.

After one inning, loudspeakers blared Soulja Boy’s popular rap song “Crank That.”

Young players innocently danced to the song, imitating the music video’s “superman” dance moves. Other girls sang along to the song:

“I’m Bouncin On My Toe, Watch Me Supersoak Dat Hoe/Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Superman Dat Hoe!”

Parents unwittingly laughed in loving adoration.

“How cute,” some spectators said.

I wondered how many in the stands were aware of what their daughters were singing. Did they know that to “superman dat hoe” means that a man ejaculates on a woman’s back and sticks the bed sheet to her while she sleeps – so when she gets up she has a cape like superman’s?

Watching prepubescent girls yelling “supersoak dat hoe,” made me uncomfortable and sad.

Is this really what we should offer our kids? Is this what our generation calls music?

What strikes me is that Soulja Boy is among many entertainers who offend good taste. The list of ridiculous rock and rap songs – repeated over and over again on the radio – is endless.

Computers and machines are replacing real instruments like guitars and drums. Lyrics are written at an educational level of a toddler. Where has the talent gone?

Cuss words are not the problem, I think. Bleeping out the four-letter words in a song doesn’t solve anything. Too often, the meaning left behind is equally, if not more, offensive.

The music I heard at the softball game – and hear every day on the radio – is carefully edited and cleaned up. No, you won’t hear any “improper” swear words – just endless lyrics about drugs, sex, murder and masturbating on “hoes.”

One of the top songs on the charts right now is Black Eyed Peas “I Gotta Feeling.” The talent required to write the lyrics of this song is nil. The line “Tonight’s gonna be a good night,” is repeated 18 times. Yes, 18.

And this simple verse is probably the track’s best.

You can’t turn on the radio without hearing Pitbull’s “Hotel Room Service,” a song about girls ditching their boyfriends for a hotel orgy.

Or DJ Khaled’s “I’m So Hood,” which only brags about packing pistols, getting high and wearing pants below the waist.

I vaguely remember, and miss, the time when artists like Nas, whose lyrics are more like poetry, ruled the hip-hop scene.

Importantly, by supporting these so-called artists through your album purchases, what are you helping inflict on young, impressionable minds?

I know people have been whining for decades about the lyrics of popular songs. And many say that music is responsible for gang violence and drugs. That I don’t believe.

I’m just saying that it would have been nice if those young girls had been listening to some real music between innings.

Do they even know who Beethoven or Mozart was? Have they heard any of the classic rock legends of the 60′s?

I know music appreciation mostly is a matter of taste. So, listen to what you like. I won’t shake my head or roll my eyes. But the next time you catch yourself bobbing your head to today’s vapid top hit, listen closely to the lyrics and ask yourself, what are you really listening to?

- Max Marceau is a senior from Hollywood, Fla., majoring in journalism.