Possibly the most misogynistic and sexist lyrics ever..

I was listening to the old fogies station the other day and the song Wives & Lovers by Jack Jones came on. I remembered it as a kid, I used to love that song, but I guess I never paid any attention to the lyrics before. All I can say is I hope it was written tongue in cheek, but Burt Bacharach apparently could be an asshole according to his ex-wives.

Ladies, be prepared to puke

(Burt Bacharach & Hal David)

Hey! Little Girl
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
Soon he will open the door
Don't think because there's a ring on your finger
You needn't try anymore

For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I'm warning you...

Day after day
There are girls at the office
And men will always be men
Don't send him off with your hair still in curlers
You may not see him again

For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
He's almost here...

Hey! Little girl
Better wear something pretty
Something you'd wear to go to the city and
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love
Time to get ready
Time to get ready for love

Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around

It's down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb

Under my thumb
The squirmin' dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways

It's down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she's told
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb

Under my thumb
A siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world

It's down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb

Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else

It's down to me, oh that's what I said
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb

that's what I thought of, although I have to say that I've been in these shoes:

Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around

and that kind of makes it more about revenge than misogyny.

.... early 60s Brit pop, you will hear many such songs. The Beatles even did several.

That was the mode of thought at the time. 20 years from now, things people think are fine now will be considered awful.

Times change.

The implied brutality and open smugness make that song reflect something a lot darker than a charm-school/Pygmalion kind of scenario. But your point is well taken about the general theme being pretty widely used.

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Okay, no more Mentors for me tonight!

She lets me fuck her bott- . . . well, you know what's coming next.

Saw the Mentors live in 2000 at the Hi-Fi in Lakewood, Heathen Scum presiding over the lead vocal spot. Crowning moment was my friend on the stage during "Free Fix for a Fuck".

:hide:

:puke:

And then there is this, which IS ironic.

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

Or did you learn if from the Muppet Show like I did?

it didn't sound quite so bad in it's day (somewhere between the 50s and Feminism), but admit the song is atrocious now. Also, the song was written for a movie.

JAFO !

it decompresses me, takes me back to my childhood for a nice nostalgia ride, or at least it used to until I heard all of this sexist crap on there.

I give you the misogynistc masterwork of lyrical genius Mike Love, the words for the Beach Boys' "Hey Little Tomboy":



Hey little tomboy
Sit here on my lap
I got things that I gotta tell you
No more skateboards
Put away your baseball mitt
Your rough living days are through
You could find new places to go-wo-wo
You could see that boys love you so-wo-wo
They're doin' it all over the world

Hey little hey little hey little tomboy
Time you turned into a girl
Hey little hey little hey little tomboy
They're doin' it all over the world

Hey little tomboy
I've had my eyes on you
Thinkin' what a girl you could be
Mm I smell perfume
Let's try some cut-off jeans
Look at all the changes I see
I'm gonna teach you to ki-hi-hiss
It's gonna feel just like thi-hi-hiss
They're doin' it all over the world

Hey little hey little hey little tomboy
Time you turned into a girl
Hey little hey little hey little tomboy
They're doin' it all over the world

Ok. Alright honey. alright!
Ah yeah!
Fine little thing
Lookin' o.k.
Alright!
I'll check her out a couple times
Ok, put on a little lipstick. Let's see what it looks like
Hey little hey little hey little tomboy
She looks good
I'm gonna make you a girl
Hey little hey little hey little tomboy
Now let's put a dress on and wear a little makeup
Whew!
You make a beautiful girl
O.k., now shave your legs now for your first time
They're so smooth.
Hey little hey little hey little tomboy
They're doin' it all over the world

just kreeepy

The stuff on MTV these days is pretty bad too.

See post #10.

I knew him in L.A., met him through our mutual friend, Moose.
He was a really nice and polite guy when sober, which was almost never.

shit that you used to and sometimes still do hear on mainstream commercial radio. Stuff you hum along to without really realizing it.

mad to even read the lyrics now. I also hated "Go Away, Little Girl" and "Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon." And "Tonight's The Night (Gonna Be Alright)" kinda rubbed me the wrong way. Grrrrrrrrrrr

However, the Stones can debase me all they want. (They don't really mean it -- As the old enabler saying goes.)

Desperate Housewives is on Lifetime now. They play that stupid song in all the commercials for it. :P

A Lap Dance is So Much Better When the Stripper is Crying

The Ballad of Chasey Lain




Then there's this lovely offering by Eminem and Nate Dogg: :sarcasm:

Shake That

The Outlaws - Put another log on the fire

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

ps: yes I do realize that this song was a joke, but still.

The song mocked the singer and the attitude.

Up on cripple creek

When I get off of this mountain

You know where I want to go

Straight down the mississippi river

To the gulf of mexico

To lake charles, louisiana

Little bessie, a girl that I once knew

And she told me just to come on by

If theres anything she could do

Up on cripple creek she sends me

If I spring a leak she mends me

I dont have to speak she defends me

A drunkards dream if I ever did see one

Good luck had just stung me

To the race track I did go

She bet on one horse to win

And I bet on another to show

Odds were in my favor

I had him five to one

When that nag to win came around the track

Sure enough he had won

I took up all of my winnings

And I gave my little bessie half

And she tore it up and blew it in my face

Just for a laugh

Now theres one thing in the whole wide world

I sure would like to see

Thats when that little love of mine

Dips her doughnut in my tea

Now me and my mate were back at the shack

We had spike jones on the box

She said, I cant take the way he sings

But I love to hear him talk

Now that just gave my heart a fall

To the bottom of my feet

And I swore as I took another pull

My bessie cant be beat

Now, its hot in california

And up north its freezing cold

And this living off the road

Is getting pretty old

So I guess Ill call up my big mama

Tell her Ill be rolling in

Bet you know, deep down, Im kinda tempted

To go and see my bessie again

Me and my old lady
Ain't been getting along
If things don't get better
I'll soon be long gone

The situation is driving me insane
Somebody fetch me my hat and coat
And hand me my walking cane


Gotta put on my traveling shoes
Gotta put on my traveling shoes
Gotta put on my traveling shoes
Gotta put on my traveling shoes

I'm trying to tell you, boys
These hard headed women these days
The way they treat a man
Ain't nothing but a doggone shame

I talked and talked and talked
She didn't hear a word I said
Gonna get Hank Aaron's baseball bat

And tenderize her head...

Both being somewhat satirical, but still not exactly pure:

A Hymn to Him - My Fair Lady.
HIGGINS
What in all of heaven could've promted her to go,
After such a triumph as the ball?
What could've depressed her;
What could've possessed her?
I cannot understand the wretch at all.

Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and infuriating hags!

Pickering, why can't a woman be more like a man?
PICKERING
Hmm?
HIGGINS
Yes...
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;
Eternally noble, historic'ly fair;
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.
Well, why can't a woman be like that?
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up- well, like their father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please;
Whenever you are with them, you're always at ease.
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?
PICKERING
Of course not!
HIGGINS
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?
PICKERING
Nonsense.
HIGGINS
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?
PICKERING
Never.
HIGGINS
Well, why can't a woman be like you?
One man in a million may shout a bit.
Now and then there's one with slight defects;
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a marvelous sex!
Why can't a woman take after like a man?
Cause men are so friendly, good natured and kind.
A better companion you never will find.
If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow?
PICKERING
Of course not!
HIGGINS
If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?
PICKERING
Nonsense.
HIGGINS
Would you complain if I took out another fellow?
PICKERING
Never.
HIGGINS
Well, why can't a woman be like us?

Mrs. Pearce, you're a woman...
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such regular chaps.
Ready to help you through any mishaps.
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum.
Why can't a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something women never do?
Why is logic never even tried?
Straight'ning up their hair is all they ever do.
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a woman behave like a man?
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
And carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?

Or from Cosi fan Tutte.

Tutti accusan le donne, ed io le scuso,
se mille volte al di cangiano amore;
altri un vizio lo chiama, ed altri un uso,
ed a me par necessita del core.
L'amante che si rova alfin deuso,
non condanni l'altrui, ma il proprio errore:
gia che giovani, vecchie, e belle, e brutte,
ripetete con me: 'Cosi fan tutte'.

All men accuse women, but I excuse them
if they change their affections a thousand times a day.
Some call it vice, others a habit,
but to me is seems to be a necessity of the heart.
The lover who finds himself deceived in the end
should not condemn others' folly, but his own;
for all women, whether young or old, beautiful or ugly,
repeat with me: all women behave like this.

Though the alternate cover art could be none more black...

Eeeew...eeeew....eeeeew!

:puke:

Women should dress more like this:

:evilgrin:

girls requested that song 20-30 times a night.

Remember, the early sixties were truly a "mans mans world" - watch any Matt Helm or other Rat Pack movie - or shit, even James' Bond's "love" scene with Pussy Galore in Goldfinger (it was a rape scene, for those who haven't seen it)

Is it any wonder the Women's Liberation Movement came shortly after?

Women were flat out pissed off. And we all know it's better to be pissed off, than pissed on...

You're :o So Vain
.









Lyrics by: Carly Simon
Music by: Carly Simon



You :o walked into the party
Like you :o were walking onto a yacht
Your :o hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your :o scarf it was apricot
You :o had one eye in the mirror
As you :o watched yourself :o gavotte
And all the girls dreamed
That they'd be your :o partner
They'd be your :o partner, and....

You're :o so vain
You :o probably think this song is about you :o
You're :o so vain
I'll bet you :o think this song is about you :o
Don't you :o? Don't you :o?

You :o had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well you :o said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you :o would never leave

But you :o gave away the things you :o loved
And one of them was me (Sic! Should be "I".)
I had some dreams
They were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee and....

You're :o so vain
You :o probably think this song is about you :o
You're :o so vain
I'll bet you :o think this song is about you :o
Don't you :o? Don't you :o?

Well I hear you :o went up to Saratoga
And your :o horse naturally won
Then you :o flew your :o Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun

Well, you're :o where you :o should be all of the time
And when you're :o not you're :o with
Some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and....

You're :o so vain
You :o probably think this song is about you :o
You're :o so vain
I'll bet you :o think this song is about you :o
Don't you? :o Don't you:o?



:o = Number of references to subject or possessive pronouns to the dude in question.

Conclusion: This song IS about him, ain't it? ain't it?

GIRL TALK
(Neal Hefti / Robert Troup)


We like to chat about the dresses we will wear tonight
we chew the fat about our tresses and the neighbours' fight
inconsequential things, men don't really care to know
become essential things that girls all find so apropos

don't complain
please take my hand
just understand
the sweetest
girl talk (2x)

we all meow about the ups and downs of all our friends
the who, the how, the why, we dish the dirt, it never ends
the weaker sex, the speaker sex you mortal males behold
but though we joke, we wouldn't trade you for a sack of gold

so baby stay
and gab away
just hear me say
the sweetest
girl talk (2x)

we all meow about the ups and downs of all our friends
the who, the how, the why, we dish the dirt, it never ends
the weaker sex, the speaker sex you mortal males behold
but though we joke, we wouldn't trade you for a sack of gold

it's all been planned
please take my hand
just understand
the sweetest
girl talk (2x)
the sweetest
girl talk (2x)
the sweetest
girl talk
talks of you

If you don't want to fuck me, baby, then baby fuck off.



"I know you think you're hot shit, I heard"
"But you ain't nothing but a cold turd"

most hated songs! I used to have a webpage that listed the songs I hated the most; a lot of them were from an "old fogey" station. "W&L" was right at the top. UGH!

Jimmy Soul, I think, is the artist. I've heard this song all my life, but it wasn't until recently that I paid attention to the lyrics.


If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty women your wife
Go for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

Don't let your friends tell you you have no taste
go ahead and marry anyway
Her face is ugly her eyes don't match
take it from me shes a better catch


Blech.

QDM--frequent lounge lurker

(Lou Christie and Twyla Herbert)

Listen to me, baby, you gotta understand
You're old enough to know the makings of a man
Listen to me, baby, it's hard to settle down
Am I asking too much for you to stick around

Every boy wants a girl
He can trust to the very end
Baby, that's you
Won't you wait but 'til then

When I see lips beggin' to be kissed (stop)
I can't stop (stop)
I can't stop myself
(Stop, stop)

Lightning is striking again
Lightning is striking again

Nature's takin' over my one-track mind
Believe it or not, you're in my heart all the time
All the girls are sayin' that you'll end up a fool
For the time being, baby, live by my rules

When I settle down
I want one baby on my mind
Forgive and forget
And I'll make up for all lost time

If she's put together fine
And she's readin' my mind (stop)
I can't stop (stop)
I can't stop myself
(Stop, stop)

Lightning is striking again
Lightning is striking again
And again and again and again



Lightning is striking again
Lightning is striking again

There's a chapel in the pines
Waiting for us around the bend
Picture in your mind
Love forever, but 'til then

If she gives me a sign
That she wants to make time (stop)
I can't stop (stop)
I can't stop myself
(Stop, stop)

Lightning is striking again
Lightning is striking again
And again and again and again
Lightning is striking again

Jeeze are we ever politically correct. Sure the language of it is no longer considered appropriate, but the sentiment remains valid and applicable to both partners in any relationship. The vice-versa song would be "Treat Her Like a Lady."

Makes me mad every time I hear it.

Cinderella
Firefall

Last December I met a girl
She took a likin' to me
Said she loved me
But she didn't know the meaning of the word

She imagined love to be grand
Me holdin' her hand and
Whisperin' sweet things and
Cooin' softly like a song bird

Then one mornin' she came to me
With a tear in her eye and a
Sigh on her breath Lord she said
"Hon I'm heavy with child"

I said "god damn girl can't you see
That I'm breakin'my back
Just tryin' to keep my head above water
And it's turnin' me wild"

Cinderella can't you see
Don't want your company
You better leave this mornin' leave today
Take your love and your child away

Rockin' chair on the front porch
I'm thinkin' about all the things that I did
As a young man
Now that I'm old

I remember her and the boy
Did he have all the toys and the joys
That a young man should have
Before he gets too old

Cinderella couldn't you see
Didn't want your company
Shoulda left that mornin' left that day
Took your love and your child away