BABYSITTER MUSIC: (and not one single thing to do with) One Couple’s Journey Through One-Quarter of a Grassfed Cow

Babysitter Music, n., term first used by Thomas M. Neely (Am, b Grand Rapids MI, 1952 –  ) and describing a musical genre consisting of songs which tell a sappy story, often employed by teenaged girls to entertain their charge(s) while babysitting.  The genre has its roots in the east side of Cleveland, OH, and the girl songs of the early 1960s.  It is widely-reported that many young boys fell in love with their babysitters while listening to Babysitter Music, at least until Sky King’s niece Penny next appeared in all her black-and-white glory on television.

If Koko Taylor is the Queen of the Blues, Sherry and Lynn Stanton are the Princesses of Babysitter Music.  They were just teenagers, after all, much too young to be queens of anything.

In addition to being a great title for a crime novel – I call it, you can’t use it – Babysitter Music is an important but overlooked musical genre first identified by my brother, Tom.  The genre has its roots on the east side of Cleveland, specifically the once all-white and now well-integrated suburb of South Euclid during the pre-British Invasion early 1960s.

At the time, and as is so often the case, the Stanton girls had no idea they were founding a genre, no idea of the social significance of their actions.  They were just trying to keep the three Neely children entertained while earning 50 cents an hour for babysitting.  The Stanton girls – sometimes Sherry and sometimes Lynn, hereafter referred to as Sherry Lynn with the understanding that it could have been either girl – always brought a plastic, wind-up record player and the newest 45 rpm records to babysitting gigs at the Neelys’ house.  If you don’t know what 45 rpm records are – or were – you’re probably too young to enjoy this story and might as well stop here.

The first recorded instance of Babysitter Music being used as defined above went like this: 10-year-old Tom Neely and 7-year-old Joe Neely were snuggled in as close as they dared to the beauteous Sherry Lynn on the living room couch.  Sherry Lynn was 14 or 15 years old.  Five-year-old Amy Neely was playing with her dolls, oblivious to the strange and new attraction stirring in her brothers’ collective psyche.  There was something in the air, as Phil Collins would say.  Sherry Lynn wound up her record player and told the boys the story of what they were about to hear in all its scratched, single-speaker glory.

“OK, now in this song there’s a girl who’s in love with a boy named Johnny, and she has a party.  Of course she’s hoping to dance with Johnny because she loves him, but Johnny dances with a mean girl named Judy and even kisses her.  I mean, can you imagine how upset the girl was?  She didn’t even want to invite Judy to the party in the first place; everybody hates Judy.”

“How do you know everybody hates Judy?”

“I just know, and besides, Judy’s got a real mean smile.   Well, Johnny left the party with stupid Judy and then they both came back a little while later.  Guess what?  Now Judy’s wearing Johnny’s ring!”

“What does that mean?”

“It means Johnny and Judy are going steady, of course.  OK, so the girl having the party sees this and she just starts bawling!  Her tears started falling like raindrops.”

“Did that make Johnny feel bad?”

“Not so’s you’d notice.  A few nights later there’s another party and sure enough, Johnny and Judy are kissing again.  So Lesley – that’s the girl who’s  singing, the one who was in love with Johnny in the first place –  she starts dancing with some other guy and then she kisses him, just to make Johnny jealous.”

“Why did she want to make Johnny jealous?”

“Just listen, OK?  Johnny jumps up and he hits the other guy, which showed that he really didn’t love Judy in the first place, he loved the girl singing the song.”

“Is that how boys show they love a girl, by punching someone?” 

“Sometimes, yes, but a better way is to carry her books home from school or hold her hand at the movies.”

“Don’t their hands get sweaty?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter if they like each other.  Now pipe down and let me finish explaining this song so we can listen to the record.  So now Lesley and Johnny are going steady; that’s how it should have been from the beginning.”

“What about Judy?”

“Judy got what she deserved.  She’s crying her eyes out but nobody cares because she stole Lesley’s boyfriend in the first place.  That’s why the song is called ‘Judy’s Turn to Cry’; get it?  OK, let’s listen to the record.  After this there’s a good one about a girl who thinks the lifeguard at the beach where she swims is real cute and she’s got a crush on him but she can’t talk to him.”

“Why can’t she talk to him?”

“Just wait.  We’re doing this one first.”

                                ‘Cause now it’s Judy’s turn to cry,

                                Judy’s turn to cry,

                                Judy’s turn to cry,

                                ‘Cause Johnny’s come back,

                                TO ME!

GREAT BABYSITTER MUSIC OF THE 1960s, additions to the list are hereby solicited:

  1. Judy’s Turn to Cry, Leslie Gore
  2. Johnny Angel, Shelley Fabares
  3. Soldier Boy, The Shirelles
  4. Blue, Navy Blue by Diane Renay
  5. Please Don’t Talk to the Lifeguard, Diane Ray
  6. Remember, The Shangri-Las
  7. Leader of the Pack, The Shangri-Las
  8. Dead Man’s Curve, Jan and Dean
  9. I’m Not Worth It, Bocky and the Visions (Cleveland only)
  10. My Boyfriend’s Back, The Angels
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3 Responses to BABYSITTER MUSIC: (and not one single thing to do with) One Couple’s Journey Through One-Quarter of a Grassfed Cow

  1. Tom Neely says:

    You write very well! Thanks for this!

    All swell. “Sherry Lynn” is a great device. The story runs smoothly; the list is perfect. The idea of snuggling up to the baby sitters is right on. Do you know that I once put my arm around the Neices girl (the older girl, also named Sherry?), on our orange couch in the living room at 1220 Belvoir Blvd? When she was our baby sitter, and I was about 11?

    Only two suggestions: They really did NOT have wind-up record players. That would be the 1920s. Please take that out. They probably played the records on our giant stereo/TV with the golden fabric-covered speakers, kitty corner from the orange couch. And we heard the songs at their house at family gatherings, and on our little transistor radios.

    AND, I believe YOU invented the term Baby Sitter Music, not I. If you need me as a story device, okay, but give yourself the credit in your own mind.


    Romeo Neely

  2. Crusty La Bouef says:

    You can provide audio links to all them good old Baby Sitter Songs. Just google the songs, and link them to your list.

  3. Tom Rimer says:


    You really need to get the cassette player hooked up…the list will grow exponentially once you listen to the tapes I shot you (The Girl Groups and Girls Without Groups).
    You and your brother were SO lucky…I just had my older sisters to babysit! But then that music was in our house all the time so I guess it was an OK trade off.

    Great Blog!


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