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MartinArendt
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posted 30 September 2005 12:01 AM      Profile for MartinArendt     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Hey! Not to bump the British Comedy thread, which I quite liked, but I was listening to a Bessie Smith song today, and it made me wonder...

what are your favourite 'dirty' songs? I don't mean 2 Live Crew or Nine Inch Nails or 50 Cent dirty...I mean, subtly, metaphorically naughty, the way those old jazz and blues singers used to do it. For instance, Bessie Smith has a song called: "I Need a Little Sugar in My Bowl":

I need a little sugar, in my bowl,
I need a little hot dog, between my rolls
You gettin' different, I've been told,
move your finger, drop something in my bowl

It's a great, very dirty, song...although it's all done in metaphors. Robert Johnson, early Louis Armstrong, Big Mama Thornton...it was all like that. Anything else you can think of?


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posted 30 September 2005 02:35 AM      Profile for al-Qa'bong   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
My Man O'War by Lizzie Miles is full of naughty military metaphors for sex.

Ethel Waters and Victoria Spivey both recorded Organ Grinder Blues.

quote:
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
Organ grinder, play that melody
Take your organ, grinder, and grind some more for me

Grind it north, grind it north,
Grind it north, grind it east or west,
But when you grind it slow, that's when I like it best


One can find whole collections of this sort of music on CD.
Here's one

Here's another, called
Copulatin' Blues

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Eric Clapton does an old Harmonicats tune called , Peg o' My Heart. The first four lines of the song are innocent enough, but then... whoa! It's just plain splendor in the grass as far as I can tell.

PEG O' MY HEART
Buddy Clark/Harmonicats/Three Suns

Peg o' my heart, I love you
We'll never part for I love you
Dear little girl, sweet little girl
Sweeter than the Rose of Erin
It's the shamrock we'll be sharing

Peg o' my heart, your glances
My Irish heart entrances
Come be my own
Come make your home
In my heart

Those ol' codgers!

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posted 30 September 2005 04:30 AM      Profile for mayakovsky     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Do you mean like 'Back Door Man' by Willie Dixon a song that was covered by The Doors? I don't usually consider myself naive but it took me a little while to get it until someone pointed out that it was 'codified'. And from what I know from Danny Sugerman's bio of Jim Morrison and his predelictions the title 'Back Door Man' takes on other implications.
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posted 02 October 2005 03:31 PM      Profile for al-Qa'bong   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Lizzie Miles
My Man o' War
Recorded in January, 1930
Transcribed by Blind Al Kebone; Oct. 2005

I got myself a military man
And now I'm almost in hysterics
He's got me in a military plan
You'd think my parlour was a barracks
It's so peaceful when he's gone
When he's home the war is on

My flat looks more like an armoury
He takes his bugle when he calls me
At night he's drillin' constantly
He's my man o'war

When he advances, can't keep him back
So systematic in his attack
All my resistance is bound to crack
For my man o' war

He never misses when he brings up
His big artillery
?
With such rapidity

His operations always increase
It seems his movements will never cease
At home he always maintains the peace
He's my man o' war

I'm always bearing the battle's brunt
Crazy for action, he's on the hunt
You're sure to find him right at the front
He's my man o' war

He storms my trenches, he's not afraid
His bayonet makes me cry for aid
Oh how he handles his hand grenade
He's my man o' war

If I'm retreating, he goes around
And gets me in the rear
He keeps repeating a flank attack
'Till victory is near

And when he turns his machine gun loose
Then I surrender, for there's no use
He makes me throw up my flag of truce
He's my man o' war

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Lots of fun to hear Mae West sing "Give me a man who takes his time."

The longest naughty song I know (bits of) is The Ball of Kirriemuir.

It's not all that subtle, though.


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posted 02 October 2005 03:52 PM      Profile for jrootham     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Photographer's Ballad

The verse that makes all clear:

We photographed from haylofts, and up against the wall
If you've not shot on Saturday night, you've not photographed at all
She had her shutter open wide, for daylight was all gone
Likewise my naked camera lens, it had its filter on


There is a side story to this. When Pete Seeger phoned Grit to get permission to sing it, Grit hung up on him because he thought it was Tam Kearney playing a practical joke.

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posted 10 October 2005 10:21 PM      Profile for artfuldodger     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Several years ago, I read a book of dubious historical accuracy, that said there was a popular song during the first world war called "Achie Certainly Not!" about a fresh young man who ran around trying to get his hand up some girl's skirt, and at various parts in the song, the music would stop, she would slap his hand and yell, (obviously) "Archie Certainly Not!" never heard of it anywhere else, cant find it on the net, was wondering if anyone had ever heard of this tune?
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posted 10 October 2005 10:35 PM      Profile for Walker     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Being on the up side of 40, it's amusing to hear songs such as 'Lola' and 'Take a walk on the wild side' on the radio, with the dumb-as-dogshit teenage DJs blissfully unaware of the risque element of the songs. They were indeed ahead of their time.

Or am I just an old fart.


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My ding-a-ling! My ding-a-ling! I want you to play with my ding-a-ling!

I heard this one the other night, it's apparently by someone called Connie Vannett.

quote:
My pussy cat was scratching out on my back door
Scratched so long poor pussy got sore
Sore pussy..ooohhhh
Sore..pussy ooohhh
Just a friendly little cat

My pussy cat was sittin on the front step
Sat so long poor pussy got wet
Wet pussy...ohhhhh
Sore, wet..pussy
Just a friendly little cat

My pussy cat was playing out on the back lot
Played so long poor pussy got hot
Hot pussy..ohhhh
Sore, wet, hot...pussy..
Just a friendly little cat

My pussy cat was rocking in the rocking chair
Rocked so long he lost his hair
Bald pussy...ohhh
Sore, wet, hot, bald...pussy
Just a friendly little cat

My neighbor and I out at the clothes line
I said to my neighbor won't you look at mine
My pussy..oohhhhhh
Sore, wet, hot, bald pussy
Just a friendly little cat

My neighbor stole my kitty
But I did see
I said to my neighbor set my pussy free
Free pussy
Sore, wet, hot, bad free pussy
Just a friendly little cat
Here kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.



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posted 11 October 2005 01:46 PM      Profile for UrsaMinor     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Tan'si,

I think it's pretty funny that at almost every 'social' that I go to, everyone gets up to dance to Clarence Carter's "Strokin'". Usually including the 50+ mother of the bride.
The song sports the line, "If my stuff ain't tight enough you can stick it up my... Woo! We be strokin'"
Good times!


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quote:
Being on the up side of 40, it's amusing to hear songs such as 'Lola' and 'Take a walk on the wild side' on the radio, with the dumb-as-dogshit teenage DJs blissfully unaware of the risque element of the songs.

To be fair, those DJs grew up with it out in the oepn. When a song can say "We want some pussy", why would you go looking any deeper for "nudge-nudge" type double entendres? Those DJs are probably just wondering why the previous generation was all coy about it.


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posted 11 October 2005 01:56 PM      Profile for Américain Égalitaire   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Doug:

I could have sworn that was a Asylum Street Spankers song, but perhaps they were not the original artists. But they have a helluva version of it! Also heard in the John Waters movie A Dirty Shame, which is about as horny a movie as you could want.

Hey would the famous Canadian ditty, "The Log Driver's Waltz" count here?

quote:
If you should ask any girl from the parish around
What pleases her most from her head to her toes
She'll say, "I'm not sure that it's business of yours
But I do like to waltz with a log driver".

Chorus
For he goes birling down a-down the white water
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly
It's birling down, a-down white water
A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.

When the drive's nearly over, I like to go down
To see all the lads while they work on the river
I know that come evening they'll be in the town
And we all want to waltz with a log driver.

To please both my parents I've had to give way
And dance with the doctors and merchants and lawyers
Their manners are fine but their feet are of clay
For there's none with the style of a log driver.

I've had my chances with all sorts of men
But none is so fine as my lad on the river
So when the drive's over, if he asks me again
I think I will marry my log driver.


Or do I just have a dirty mind?


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posted 11 October 2005 02:10 PM      Profile for RP.     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
The words to Little Richard's "Tutti Frutti" used to be "Tutti Frutti Loose Booty," and had such lines as "If it's stuck, don't push it." (IIRC)
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From Chicago, "When You're Good To Mama" uses sexual innuendo to refer to bribery.

Ask any of the chickies in my pen
They'll tell you I'm the biggest mother hen
I love 'em all and all of them love me
Because the system works
The system called reciprocity...

Got a little motto
Always sees me through
When you're good to Mama
Mama's good to you.

There's a lot of favors
I'm prepared to do
You do one for Mama
She'll do one for you.

They say that life is tit for tat
And that's the way I live
So, I deserve a lot of tat
For what I've got to give
Don't you know that this hand
Washes that one too
When you're good to Mama
Mama's good to you!

If you want my gravy
Pepper my ragout
Spice it up for Mama
She'll get hot for you

When they pass that basket
Folk contribute to
You put in for Mama
She'll put out for you

The folks atop the ladder
Are the ones the world adores
So boost me up my ladder, Kid
And I'll boost you up yours

Let's all stroke together
Like the Princeton crew
When you're strokin' Mama
Mama's strokin' you

So what's the one conclusion
I can bring this number to?
When you're good to Mama
Mama's good to you!


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posted 11 October 2005 02:29 PM      Profile for belva     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Bob Dylan's Lay, Lady, Lay
not subtle but highly charged!

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posted 11 October 2005 02:31 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Serious grammar crime, though. Very hard on some of us. Has caused deep psychological conflicts, now decades long.
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posted 11 October 2005 02:36 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Originally posted by UrsaMinor:
Tan'si,

I think it's pretty funny that at almost every 'social' that I go to, everyone gets up to dance to Clarence Carter's "Strokin'". Usually including the 50+ mother of the bride.
The song sports the line, "If my stuff ain't tight enough you can stick it up my... Woo! We be strokin'"
Good times!


Honey-chile, you're thinkin' that ladies 50+ weren't listenin' to Bessie Smith singin' the sexiest songs ever written long before y'all were born? An' understandin' every word?

Honey-chile ... think again.


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lagatta
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posted 11 October 2005 02:42 PM      Profile for lagatta     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Indeed! Hey, 50-plus can be the BRIDE nowadays - and sometimes, even the bride and bride!

And if I should ever make it legal, it will be in a red dress! Promise!


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posted 11 October 2005 02:52 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Oh goody, a chance to tell my "Strokin'" story.

I went to a bar with a bunch of "the grils" to celebrate a birthday, back when I was 20 or 21. I'd only heard "Strokin'" a couple of times before, and never had caught the words since it was usually in noisy places or the volume was down, and since the regular radio stations weren't playing it due to its content.

So I thought the song went, "I've spoken to the woman that I love best". Yeah, I know, that doesn't make any sense with strokin' to the east, strokin' to the west, but hey, that night I'd had a few drinks, so it didn't matter if it didn't make sense. And I wasn't catching the spoken parts at all, really, although I'm sure everyone else was.

Anyhow, so this guy asks me to dance, and we were dancing for a few songs when this Strokin' song came on. And there I was, laughing and singing along with this song while dancing with him, no idea what I was singing. And, to my surprise, this guy ended up giving me his phone number (which I didn't use because I was living with someone who wasn't with me at the bar that night).

So the next day at work, I was talking to a couple of co-workers about the evening in general, and then I said, "Oh yeah, there's this song - do you know who sings it? It's funny." And I said the lyrics of the chorus, as I thought they were.

They burst out laughing and said, "Michelle - it's STROKIN', not SPOKEN!" I said, "No, I don't think so...that's not what it sounded like..."

Then they teased me for the rest of the day over having sung "Strokin'" to some strange guy at a bar. No wonder he gave me his number!


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I'm 50 plus, but I didn't grow up listening to Bessie Smith -- came to the joys of the blues later. I grew up listening to such strait-laced music as The Doors, the Stones, Lou Reed ...

Come On Baby, LIght My Fire ...


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posted 11 October 2005 03:00 PM      Profile for Sharon     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Serious grammar crime, though. Very hard on some of us. Has caused deep psychological conflicts, now decades long.

Couldn't agree more.


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posted 11 October 2005 03:01 PM      Profile for belva     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Originally posted by lagatta:
Indeed! Hey, 50-plus can be the bride and bride!

Yes indeed! *big wicked grin*


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quote:
Originally posted by skdadl:
Serious grammar crime, though. Very hard on some of us. Has caused deep psychological conflicts, now decades long.

I can refer you to a very good psycho-babbler wordsmyth who can help with that latent post traumatic linguistic abuse!


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posted 11 October 2005 03:07 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Hey, poetry doesn't have grammar rules. Song lyrics ain't got none neither.

If he'd sung, "Lie lady, lie," we might have misunderstood his meaning!


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The words to another Little Richard song go, "Good golly Miss Molly sure like to ball."
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quote:
Originally posted by alisea:
I'm 50 plus, but I didn't grow up listening to Bessie Smith -- came to the joys of the blues later. I grew up listening to such strait-laced music as The Doors, the Stones, Lou Reed ...

Come On Baby, LIght My Fire ...


Hey, alisea, have you heard: John Densmore (sp?), who was the drummer with the Doors, and always, I thought, the one who was sad about Jim and trying to save him, has refused to have any more of their songs franchised off to advertisers?

I forget where, but I just saw the most interesting brief interview with him. He agreed once to a commercialization, but it sickened him when he heard it, and he won't permit any more. Such a good guy, I think. Well: I always did, even though I play air-keyboards m'self. You should hear my rendition of "Don't You Love Her Madly."


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I've always wondered whether "great balls of fire" was a double entendre too, but I could never decide they were, since the rest of the lyrics aren't risque.
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posted 11 October 2005 03:14 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Originally posted by Michelle:
Hey, poetry doesn't have grammar rules. Song lyrics ain't got none neither.

If he'd sung, "Lie lady, lie," we might have misunderstood his meaning!


Or at least misunderestimated it.


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posted 11 October 2005 03:16 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Although it could be fun to think of what lies she was supposed to tell him.

"It's huge! Really!"

"Best I ever had!"

etc.


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Michelle, I'm not sure about that ... let me love you like a lover should? Hold me, kiss me? *I* always assumed it was lewd, but then that's my brain

Skdadl, no, I hadn't. Good for him, but it's a pity there's such tension between him and the other two original members ... http://tinyurl.com/eyjzq .


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quote:
Originally posted by Michelle:
I've always wondered whether "great balls of fire" was a double entendre too, but I could never decide they were, since the rest of the lyrics aren't risque.

GOODNESS GRACIOUS, Michelle.

You wonder? Whether that was a double entendre?

Jerry Lee Lewis's life is ... astonishing. Just google. You know that he is Jimmy Swaggart's cousin? That he married a 13-yr-old before his divorce came through? That the second wife had a baby a month later? That he played piano with his feet sometimes?

Thorfinn had never heard "Great Balls o' Fire" until someone gave it to us for our wedding. I will never forget his reaction. He laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed ... Och. Some mad persons are great gifts to the rest of us.


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alisea, I shall read that and ponder it.

On the one hand, I think it's fair for Manzarek to make the argument he does. He was sort of the musical genius (and the keyboards!), classically trained, and the songs just wouldn't have been as great as they are without him. He's the organ; he's the piano; he is so much on those songs.

And then, he had to put up with Jim too.

On the other, I have sometimes wished since that someone as talented as Manzarek would recognize the limits of the Doors experience, which really did depend at least as much on Morrison, and take his own talents ... somewhere else.

I also like Robbie Krieger very much. It's sad, isn't it.


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I've always been fond of "My Dingaling", by Chuck Berry (or others?)

"When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hangin' on a string
She told me it was my Dingalingaling..."


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Honeysuckle Rose
(Fats Waller and Andy Razaf)

I don't buy sugar,
You just have to touch my cup;
I don't need sugar,
It's sweet enough when you stir it up!
When I'm taking sips
From your dainty lips,
Seems the honey fairly drips,
You're confection, goodness knows,
Oh, honey! suckle rose.


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I don't recall the words but Dick Smith (a white Jamaican singer with a very thick accent) sang a song called "Flat Racing with Miss Nancy".

It used a footrace as the metaphor and the point was he started fast but she lasted a lot longer.


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quote:
Originally posted by alisea:
Michelle, I'm not sure about that ... let me love you like a lover should? Hold me, kiss me? *I* always assumed it was lewd, but then that's my brain

Yeah, I caught that lover part, which had me wavering, but the holding and kissing is pretty innocent. I mean, kissing isn't exactly lewd.

But you know, I just remembered another lyric from the song - telling a girl, "come on baby, you drive me crazy" just before telling her you have "great balls of fire" makes the meaning a lot more transparent, I'll admit.


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Then there's "Ring My Bell".

(You can ring my bell, any time, anywhere! Ring it...ring it...ring it! ring it! Ooooh!)


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posted 11 October 2005 04:51 PM      Profile for belva     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
The Pointer Sisters, I Want a Man With Slow Hands

is BWAGA aware of this thread? can BWAGA members be excommunicated for posting here?


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posted 11 October 2005 05:12 PM      Profile for gopi     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Bob Dylan's Lay, Lady, Lay
not subtle but highly charged!

What, you mean this song isn't about a chicken?!?

Next you'll be telling me that "Little Red Corvette" isn't about a car!

Memphis Minnie wrote a great song called "I'm Gonna Bake My Buscuit:"

"I've got a brand new skillet and a brand new lid
I ain't got no stove, but I'll bake my bread

I'm gonna bake my biscuit
Ain't gonna give nobody no

I'm gonna lock my doors, keep my windows all down
You know about that, I want no bones around

I'm gonna bake my biscuit
Ain't gonna give nobody no

I ain't got no flour, I ain't got no meal
If you got no man, you've got to rob and steal

I'm gonna bake my biscuit
Ain't gonna give nobody no

I'm might tell you somethin', don't know if I'm right
But if you want my bread, you got to stay all night

I'm gonna bake my biscuit
Ain't gonna give nobody no

Come here, come here, won't you come here now
Boy, I ain't got time cause my bread ain't brown

I'm gonna bake my biscuit
Ain't gonna give nobody no"


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posted 11 October 2005 05:16 PM      Profile for Mr. Magoo   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Has anyone ever really paid attention to the lyrics from "Me So Horny"?

I don't mean to sound like a pottymouth, but that song seems to be all about s-e-x! Just look at the lyrics and let your mind wander a bit. I think you'll see what I mean!


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posted 11 October 2005 05:18 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Har-dee-har-har.


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posted 11 October 2005 05:20 PM      Profile for gopi     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Has anyone ever really paid attention to the lyrics from "Me So Horny"?

A friend tried to convince me that Air Supply's song "You're Every Woman In The World To Me" is an ode to the hand that the singer masturbates with.


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posted 11 October 2005 05:22 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Haha! Just thinking about the lyrics I can remember from that song, I suppose that friend could be right!

That's almost as bad as what a couple of friends of mine used to try to read into Paul Young's "Every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you."


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posted 11 October 2005 05:23 PM      Profile for gopi     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Eeeek!
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posted 11 October 2005 05:29 PM      Profile for Boom Boom     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Barbara Streisand's "Queen Bee":

"The black, black widow is sittin’ in the middle of the web,
It’s the fly she seeks.
You may be her lover but you never will recover,
’cause she ain’t had a bite for weeks"

Staple Singers: "Let's Do It Again"

Do it again, do it (Do it)
Let's do it again (Do it)
Mmm (Do it again, do it again)
Gonna do it again (Do it)
Do it, do it
Let's do it again (Do it)
Do it again


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posted 11 October 2005 06:10 PM      Profile for Scott Piatkowski   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
The one that sprang immediately to mind was Baby Driver by Simon and Garfunkel

quote:
My daddy was the family bassman
My mamma was an engineer
And I was born one dark gray morn
With music coming in my ears
In my ears.

Chorus
They call me baby driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
Hit the road and I’m gone ah
What’s my number
I wonder how your engine feels
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What’s my number
I wonder how your engine feels.

My daddy was a prominent frogman
My mamma’s in the naval reserve
When I was young I carried a gun
But I never got the chance to serve
I did not serve.

Chorus

My daddy got a big promotion
My mamma got a raise in pay
There’s no-one home, we’re all alone
Oh come int my room and play
Yes we can play.

I’m not talking about your pigtails
But I’m talking ’bout your sex appeal
Hit the road and I’m gone ah
What’s my number
I wonder how your engine feels.
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What’s my number
I wonder how your engine feels.



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Oh Scott, that reminded me of that song - I think it might just be called "squeezebox", but I'm not sure, and I can't remember who does it. But it's the one that goes, "Mama's got a squeezebox, Daddy doesn't sleep at night...it goes in and out and in and out and in and out..." etc.
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posted 11 October 2005 06:54 PM      Profile for Diane Demorney   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Michelle, that is done by "The Who".
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posted 11 October 2005 06:57 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Oh damn it, I knew that. Thanks.
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posted 11 October 2005 07:05 PM      Profile for Diane Demorney   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Originally posted by Scott Piatkowski:
The one that sprang immediately to mind was Baby Driver by Simon and Garfunkel



Of course, this just naturally segues into "Cecilia".


edited to add: Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run". Hello?!? "Strap your hands cross my engines". Then there's Harry Belafonte's "Shake, Shake, Sinora ".

[ 11 October 2005: Message edited by: Canadian Socialist ]


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posted 11 October 2005 07:05 PM      Profile for C.Morgan   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Cant forget David Wilcox's Layin' Pipe


I wish I had a million dollars
To buy her everything she needs
She'd only come back for more and more and more and more and more and more and more

I'm layin' pipe
All night long
Layin' pipe
I'm working so hard
I'm layin' pipe
All night long
Layin' pipe
To satisfy that woman

I put the pipe in
I pull it out again
My back is so sore
I can't work much more
I can't get my traction
The ground's too wet
I take a ten minute break
Ah smoke a cigarette
I don't mind the night shift
The cool breeze when the sun goes down
Winter time the ground is hard
Take twice as long to drill down

I'm layin' pipe
All night long
Layin' pipe
I'm working so hard
I'm layin' pipe
All night long
Layin' pipe
To satisfy that woman


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posted 11 October 2005 07:09 PM      Profile for Crippled_Newsie     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Not very subtle, but there is Ms. Lauper's 'She Bop':

quote:
We-hell-I see them every night in tight blue jeans--
In the pages of a blue boy magazine
Hey I've been thinking of a new sensation
I'm picking up--good vibration--
Oop--she bop--

Do I wanna go out with a lion's roar
Huh, yea, I wanna go south n get me some more
Hey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine
They say I better stop--or I'll go blind
Oop--she bop--she bop

She bop--he bop--a--we bop
I bop--you bop--a--they bop
Be bop--be bop--a--lu--she bop,
I hope He will understand
She bop--he bop--a--we bop
I bop--you bop--a--they bop
Be bop--be bop--a--lu--she bop,
Oo--oo--she--do--she bop--she bop

Hey, hey--they say I better get a chaperone
Because I can't stop messin' with the danger zone
No, I won't worry, and I won't fret--
Ain't no law against it yet--
Oop--she bop--she bop--

She bop--he bop--we bop...



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posted 11 October 2005 07:13 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
C. Morgan, that is ... seriously warrrrmmmmm.

And then there is always Otis. Otis mainly did it in collaboration with his band. The ending of "Try a Little Tenderness" is, like, a revelation, but you got to got to got to heeeeaaaaaar it! to get it.

And then there's "Rock Me Baby, Rock Me All Night Long," and the way they play out "I've Been Lovin' You Too Long To Stop Now." Oh, my my my my my.


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posted 11 October 2005 07:16 PM      Profile for Bookish Agrarian   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I've never been able to figure out what this old Grace Jones song was about

Pull Up to the Bumper

Driving down those city streets,
Waiting to get down,
Won't you get your big machine,
Somewhere in this town?

Now in the parking lot garage,
You'll find the proper place,
Just follow all the written rules,
You'll fit into the space.

Pull up to my bumper baby,
In your long black limosine,
Pull up to my bumper baby,
And drive it in between.

Pull up, to it, don't drive, through it,
Back it, up twice, now that, fit's nice.

Operate around the clock,
Why don't you come in?
I've got lot's of space for everyone,
Why don't you my friend?

I'll pick you up so won't you please come on,
Shiny sleek machine believe,
It I've got to blow your horn.

Pull up to my bumper baby,
In your long black limosine,
Pull up to my bumper baby,
And drive it in between.

Pull up to it, don't drive through it,
Back it, up twice, now that fits nice,
Race it, straighten it, let me luricate,
Pull up to my bumper baby. (to end)


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posted 11 October 2005 07:21 PM      Profile for Boom Boom     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
BB King's "Sweet Sixteen" is about a 16 year old who won't do his bidding. I'd rather not post the lyrics - they're more suggestive than profane; I don't know why this song remains in his repertoire. Maybe I misunderstood the lyrics.
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posted 11 October 2005 07:40 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Tape, I had no idea She-Bop was about that!
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posted 11 October 2005 07:52 PM      Profile for Hinterland        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Michelle, I had no idea at the time either. A friend explained it to me about 5 years after it was a hit.
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posted 11 October 2005 08:37 PM      Profile for Walker     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
You guys must have heard of 'I touch myself' by the Divinyls- an Australian group? Not subtle, but so out there and upfront for a change.


If you haven't heard it...

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me

Chorus:
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

You're the one who makes me come running
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me

I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah


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posted 11 October 2005 09:51 PM      Profile for Tommy_Paine     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Well, there are no shortage these days of overtly sexual lyrics. I think the challenge is finding some older stuff that may be more artfull, more subtle. So I give you the master of artfull subtlety, Ted Nugent:

That Nadine, what a teenage queen
She lookin' so clean, especi'lly down in between; what I like

She come to town; she be foolin' around
a puttin' me down as a rock-and-roll clown
It's all right

Wang Dang Sweet Poontang

Wang dang, what a sweet poontang
a shakin' my thang as a rang-a-dang-dang in the bell

She's so sweet when she yanks on my meat
Down on the street you know she can't be beat
What the hell

Wang Dang Sweet Poontang.

I think if you read it over a few times, and read between the lines, the song becomes quite suggestive.

(we aught to have a Buster Keaton dead pan emoticon.)


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posted 11 October 2005 10:06 PM      Profile for Walker     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Originally posted by Tommy_Paine:
I give you the master of artfull subtlety, Ted Nugent
...I think if you read it over a few times, and read between the lines, the song becomes quite suggestive.

Huh?
"down in between"
"Sweet Poontang"
"shakin' my thang"
"she yanks on my meat"

Am I missing something? What's so subtle about that? It's all out there on a platter.


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This is a song from the 1920s, which makes me like it all the more.


One Hour Mama
(Ida Cox)

I've always heard that haste makes waste
So I believe in taking my time
The highest mountain can't be raced
It's something you must slowly climb
I want a slow and easy man
He needn't ever take the lead
'Cause I work on that long term plan
And I ain't a lookin' for no speed

I'm a one hour mama so no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me
Set your 'larm clock papa, one hour that's proper
Then love me like I like to be
I don't want no lame excuses 'bout my lovin' bein' so good
That you couldn't wait no longer
Now I hope I'm understood
I'm a one hour mama so no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me

I can't stand no greenhorn lover
Like rookie going to war
With a load of big artillery
But he don't know what it's for
He got to bring me ref'rence
With a long pedigree
And must prove he's got endurance
Or he don't mean snap to me
I'm a one hour mama so no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me

I can't stand no crowing rooster
What just likes a hit or two
Action is the only kind of booster
Of just what my man can do
I don't want no imitation
My requirements ain't no joke
"Cause I got pure indignation
For a guy what's lost his stroke
I'm a one hour mama so no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me
Set your 'larm clock papa, one hour, that's proper
Then love me like I like to be

I may want love for an hour
Then decide to make it two
Takes an hour 'fore I get started
Maybe three before I'm through
I'm a one hour mama so no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me


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posted 12 October 2005 02:47 AM      Profile for Trisha     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I've got a brand new pair of roller skates
You've got a brand new key
I think that we should get together
And try them out to see
I've been travellin' around the world
You've got something for me
I've got a brand new pair of roller skates
You've got a brand new key.

I didn't look it up but there's more that makes it even more specific.


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posted 12 October 2005 08:35 AM      Profile for chubbybear        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Originally posted by Trisha:
I didn't look it up but there's more that makes it even more specific.
I ride my bike, I roller skate, don't drive no car
Don't go too fast, but I go pretty far
For somebody who don't drive
I been all around the world
Some people say, I done all right for a girl

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out you see
I been looking around awhile
You got something for me
Oh! I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key

I asked your mother if you were at home
She said, yes .. but you weren't alone
Oh, sometimes I think that you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone, but you've got something I need


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posted 12 October 2005 07:12 PM      Profile for Tommy_Paine     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Am I missing something? What's so subtle about that? It's all out there on a platter.

I guess, being Australian, you don't get the American slang and stuff.

"Yank on my meat" usually means to attempt to steal something from someone's barby, like a steak or shrimp.

"Clean down in betweeen" is a reference to good oral hygene. People in Michigan (Ted's home state) are prone to having large gaps between the front teeth, and the remark is a reference to the fact that she doesn't have remnants of a previous meal lodged there.

"Thang", as in "shakin' my thang" is reference to a special long handled spatula common to out door grills in the northern mid western U.S. States.

Obiously, he liked the way she tried to steal his steak with the thang, and when he caught her, she was shaking both.

"Poontang", of course, is a dish-- particular to Thanksgiving-- that includes finely mashed sweet potato spiced with garum masala.

In November, Walker, it is good manners to ask Americans how they enjoyed their poontang.


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posted 12 October 2005 07:42 PM      Profile for Walker     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Riiight.

(Steps back slowly, avoids eye contact.)


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posted 13 October 2005 12:53 AM      Profile for Américain Égalitaire   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I may have alse mentioned it before but Big Joe Turner's original Shake Rattle and Roll before Bill Haley and the Comets neutered it for white America:

quote:
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots and pans

Well, you wear low dresses, the sun comes shining through
Well, you wear low dresses, the sun comes shining through
I can't believe my eyes all that mess belongs to you

I believe to my soul you're a devil in nylon hose
I believe to my soul you're a devil in nylon hose
Well, the harder I work, the faster my money goes

I said, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul

I'm like a one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
I'm like a one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
Well, I can look at you and tell you ain't no child no more

Ah, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul

I said, over the hill and way down underneath
I said, over the hill and way down underneath
You make me roll my eyes, Baby, make me grit my teeth

I said, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul



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posted 13 October 2005 02:12 AM      Profile for Fidel     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
This is really corny, so here it goes. I don't remember the Stones in their hay days, but apparently they had a fairly innocent sounding song entitled, Honky Tonk Woman knocked off the American charts by none other than an old favorite of mine by The Archies(prolly inspired by the cartoon show?) And whoa! were these song lyrics ever suggestive and at the same time, safer than a Ricky Henderson slide into second. I don't know about "Honky Tonk Woman", but this 1969 hit that followed it was totally naughty.

Sugar Sugar (you can just imagine the connotations already ... sugar and sweet and oh ya!)

Well! That's just the title of the song. By the time they got to singing this line, you and four other twelve year olds would just be groovin and movin to the sound...(hold on to your hats now)

When I kissed you girl,
I knew how sweet a kiss could be.
(I know how sweet a kiss can be)
Like the summer sunshine pour your sweetness over me.
(Pour your sweetness over me).

Oh pour little sugar on me honey (sugar)

See what I mean ?. Sugar and kissy-face, and then ... You know! I mean really.


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posted 13 October 2005 02:16 AM      Profile for al-Qa'bong   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I'll see your Big Joe Taylor and rise you a Bull Moose Jackson:

quote:
GOT ME THE STRANGEST WOMAN,
BELIEVE ME, THIS CHICK`S NO CINCH.
BUT I REALLY GET HER GOIN`
WHEN I TAKE OUT MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES THAT BIG TEN-INCH
RECORD OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

LAST NIGHT I TRIED TO TEASE HER;
I GAVE HER A LITTLE PINCH.
BUT SHE SAID, `NOW STOP THAT JIVIN`
AND GET OUT THAT BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.`
SHE JUST LOVES THAT BIG TEN-INCH
RECORD OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

I COVER HER WITH KISSES
WHEN WE`RE IN A LOVERS` CLINCH,
AND WHEN SHE GETS ALL EXCITED
SHE BEGS FOR MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES THAT BIG TEN-INCH
RECORD OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

MY GAL DON`T GO FOR SMOKIN`,
AND LIQUOR JUST MAKES HER FLINCH.
SEEMS SHE JUST GOES FOR NOTHING
EXCEPT MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES THAT BIG TEN-INCH
RECORD OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.


quote:
See what I mean ?. Sugar and kissy-face, and then ... You know! I mean really.

Pshaw, whaddabout Tommy James and the Shondells' "My baby does the hanky panky"? nudge nudge...

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posted 13 October 2005 03:53 AM      Profile for Left Turn     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
[I]Hound Dog[I] by Big Mama Thornton

quote:
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time
Well you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine

Everyone knows the Elvis Presley cover version, but the original Big Mama thornton version was far sexier. That raw blues sound.


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posted 13 October 2005 04:36 AM      Profile for Fidel     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Originally posted by al-Qa'bong:
Pshaw, whaddabout Tommy James and the Shondells' "My baby does the hanky panky"? nudge nudge...

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Awww! Your dirty mind, young man. I nnnnever.

Interesting bitty about Mony Mony. Tommy James and the Shondells were hard up for song lyrics at the time. Record companies supplied drugs like amphetamines to artists who ended up writing songs like Chewy Chewy, Yummy Yummy and Sugar Sugar while spaced out on pills, weed and lack of sleep and fear of not being paid moreso than artistic inspiration. Tommy James allegedly looked out the window one morning and saw a sign on the corner of a building that said Mutual Of New York.

Crimson and Clover is a beautiful little tune though. And I remember playing my hippie sisters Beatles collection and Three Dog Night album over and over. We played George Harrison's 45 over and over, too. It had My Sweet Lord on one side and the other was ... darn. Can't remember now. She still has her Live at Woodstock album. But she's never been to Monterey or stood on the corner of Haight and Ashbury.

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Back in time a bit. My Mom used to sing this one.

There once was a farmer who took a young miss
Back to the barnyard to give her a…

Lesson - on horse and chickens and eggs
Told her she had the most beautiful…

Manners - that suited a girl of her charms
A girl he’d love dearly to take in his…

Washing and ironing - and then if she did
They could get married and raised lots of…

Sweet violets.
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with
Sweet Violets.


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quote:
the original Big Mama thornton version was far sexier.

Thornton's version is sexier (and much better performed) than Presley's version, and, more importantly, the song simply makes sense when sung by a woman.


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Oh Sweet Violets...another version

My wife she died in the bathroom
She died of a terrible fit
To fulfill her very last wishes
She was buried in six feet of

Sweet violets, sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
covered all over with shnow

My wife kept a sack in the garden
I was curious I must admit
I sneaked out a handful one morning
And found it was nothing but

Sweet violets...etc

There was a young fellow from Sparta
Who could flatulate musical airs
He could blow out a Mozart Sonata
And accompany musical chairs

One night he attempted an opera
It was hard, but he just wouldn't quit
He head held aloft, he quite suddenly coughed
And collapsed in a mountain of

Sweet violets...etc

I know that these verses are scanty
The rhymes are too much for my wit
I start out like Shakespeare of Dante
But, somehow, I end up with

Sweet violets....etc

Well, now my story is ended
And I must make my exit
If any of you feel offended
Stick your head in a barrel of

Sweet violets...etc.


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Now this one has a real history, provided by Oscar Brand. I'll leave the history til the end, and let you think of who might have written these lyrics. The tune is Dvorak's 'Humoresque'


Passengers will please refrain
From using toilets while the train is
Standing in the station, I love you

We encourage constipation
While the train is in the station
Moonlight always makes me think of you


If you wish to pass some water
Kindly call the Pullman porter
He'll leave a vessel in the vestibule

If the porter isn't near
Then try the forward platform
Ain't love cruel


If the woman's room be taken
Do not feel the least forsaken
Never wave the banner of defeat

Try the men's room cross the hall
And if some man has had the call
What villain would deny my love the seat


If these efforts all are vain
Why not break the window pane
Although this method's used by mighty few

We go strolling through the park
Goosing statues in the dark
If Sherman's horse can take it, why can't you.

This is what Oscar Brand says:

quote:
Dvorak's Humoresque was for many years one of the world's favorite minor classics, but it was purely instrumental.

A few years ago I was fortunate to conduct the last interview with William O. Douglas of the United States Supreme Court.

He revealed that he had written the following lyrics while travelling on a turn-of-the-century Pullman, reading the signs and thinking of the girl he'd left behind in the state of Washington.


How do you like that? A US Supreme Court judge with a sense of humour, and a ribald one at that.

How times have changed...

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Gawd... am I square? I can't think of any really naughty songs!!

I guess I'm just an old fashioned romantic at heart. You know... Berlin, Take my breath away (no Top Gun jokes, please), Santana, classic jazz, or a little R&B.

I guess one of my favorite 'sexy' songs would have to be (surprisingly) Usher Nice and Slow (especially the live mix). Can't stand the man, but I love his voice and that song is truly Nice and Sulowww!!!

Lyrics:
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/u/usher/142570.html


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quote:
Gawd... am I square? I can't think of any really naughty songs!!

Well, how about a clean song then:

The Clean Song - Oscar Brand

There was a young sailor who
Looked through the glass
Looked through the glass
Looked through the glass
He spied a young mermaid with scales on her

Island where seagulls fly
Over their nests
Over their nests
Over their nests
As she combed the long hair that hung over her

Shoulders and caused her to
Tickle and itch
Tickle and itch
Tickle and itch
Yelled a sailor, Well, I'll be a son of a

Beautiful mermaid out
There on the rocks
There on the rocks
There on the rocks
And the crew came a runnin' their hands on their

Caps while they crowded four
Deep on the rail
Deep on the rail
Deep on the rail
All eager to share in this fine piece of

Talk which the captain soon
Heard from the watch
Heard from the watch
Heard from the watch
So he tied down the wheel and unbuttoned his

Crackers and cheese which he
Kept near the door
Kept near the door
Kept near the door
In hopes he might come on a sea-going

Harpy, he knew he must
Use all his wits
Use all his wits
Use all his wits
So he called for a line to make fast to her

Tail, saying, "boys, we are finally
Going to find
Going to find
Going to find
"Whether mermaids do better before or

"Be brave my good fellows the
Captain next said
Captain next said
Captain next said
"And with luck we will break through her mermaiden

Heading to starboard they
Tacked with dispatch
Tacked with dispatch
Tacked with dispatch
And caught that fair mermaid right on the

Side and then hustled her
Down below decks
Down below decks
Down below decks
Where each had a crack at this wonder of

Setting her free after
Each had a pass
Each had a pass
Each had a pass
They tossed her back in with a splash on her

After a while they all
Noticed some scabs
Noticed some scabs
Noticed some scabs
And soon they broke out with the pox and the

Cursing and scratching you
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
This song may be dull, but it's frightfully clean


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That was GGGGGGreat maestro!
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Douglas wrote that? I am amazed, maestro. My dad taught us "Passengers will please refrain" when we were little kids. It must have become popular among the troops in WWII -- I associate it with those novelty songs that my parents picked up overseas.
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quote:
Originally posted by skdadl:
Douglas wrote that? I am amazed, maestro. My dad taught us "Passengers will please refrain" when we were little kids. It must have become popular among the troops in WWII -- I associate it with those novelty songs that my parents picked up overseas.

I also believe unless I miss my guess, that the last stanza is mentioned in one of Vonnegut's books.

The sweet violets song reminded me of a similar classic from between the wars (and playable on our local radio station as I was going to elementary school, strangely enough):

quote:

Shaving Cream
Written by Benny Bell

I have a sad story to tell you
It may hurt your feelings a bit
Last night when I walked into my bathroom
I stepped in a big pile of

Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave everyday and you`ll always look keen

I think I`ll break off with my girlfriend
Her antics are queer, I`ll admit
Each time I say, darling, I love you
She tells me that I`m full of

Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave everyday and you`ll always look keen

Our baby fell out of the window
You`d think that her head would be split
But good luck was with her that morning
She fell in a barrel of

Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave everyday and you`ll always look keen

An old lady died in a bathtub
She died from a terrible fit
In order to fulfill her wishes
She was buried in six feet of

Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave everyday and you`ll always look keen

When I was in France with the army
One day I looked into my kit
I thought I would find me a sandwich
But the darn thing was loaded with

Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave everyday and you`ll always look keen

And now, folks, my story is ended
I think it is time I should quit
If any of you feel offended
Stick your head in a barrel of

Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave everyday and you`ll always look keen



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