OK. Your parents are gettin down. Wine, women, booze. Dad's doing the lampshade thing on the end table. That disgusting stockbroker is checking out Mom's tits. The Saturday Night Fever soundtrack is at 11. It could be worse you're thinking. But you can do better.

What do you put on to help your parents get hip?

Me:
The Great Escape (or maybe Modern Life) - Blur.