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Yeah the stones rolled over for Ed Sullivan as well.
I am somewhat surprised that Men of Harlech hasn't been questioned by the usual suspects.
At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
There must be dozens of songs with 'dodgy' lyrics. Springsteen's 'I'm on fire' is one that springs to mind.
Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in the market down in New Orleans
Skydog slaver know he's doin' all right
Hear him whip the women just around midnight
Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good
Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should
Drums beatin' cold, English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' when it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doin' all right
You should have heard him just around midnight
Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good?
Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should
Brown Sugar, how come you dance so good?
Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should
I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet 16
I'm no school boy but I know what I like
You should have heard them just around midnight
Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good
Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should
I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!
How come you, how come you dance so good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!
Just like a, just like a black girl should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!
i know they are a british band but they should have known better
'Wives and Lovers'
That doesn't get much air play any more.
Wimmin!!!
Another one to upset folk :
Who's that knocking on my door
It's gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming 'round for more
Well you can love me tonight if you wanna
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love ya honey
Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand
I'm a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talking to you
Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love ya honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
He's touching sixty-four
You got legs right up to your neck
You're making me a physical wreck
I'm talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're making me a fool
I love ya honey
Hot legs you're well-equipped
Hot legs oh your pussy's whipped
Hot legs I just love your lips
I love ya
I love ya
I love ya
Hot legs
Hot legs
Hot legs
I love ya honey!