Warning: you shouldn't read this post if you're a fan of Queen. I'm not really into music with guitars and bangy things.
Scene: our kitchen, breakfast time. Terry Wogan's breakfast programme is on the radio. I listen, while eating muesli, for the jokes rather than the music.
[Loud music fills the air.]
Me [wincing and turning down volume]: That's a terrible racket.
[Son and Daughter 2 begin to sing along.]
Me [surprised]: You know the words?
Son [patiently]: It's Queen.
Me [more surprised]: You know the words to a Queen record?
Son: It's our only act of rebellion. We listen to acknowledged classics from popular music that you could have listened to when you were young, but didn't.
Daughter 2 [comfortingly]: We're singing ironically, if that makes you feel better.