But not “dudette”! 
Jeez, 200 posts and no mention of Ani DiFranco, for my money the finest lyricist of the last 40 years? Was just listening to “School Night”:
What kind of scale compares the weight of two beauties, the gravity of duties and the groundspeed of joy?
What kind of gauge can quantify elation, what kind of equation could I possibly employ?
Or the prostitute narrator of “Letter To A John”:
I was eleven years old, he was as old as my dad
And he took something from me I didn’t even know that I had.
So don’t tell me about decency, don’t tell me about pride.
Just give me something for my trouble, 'cuz this time it’s not a free ride.
“Arrivals Gate” is about the joys of peoplewatching at the airport:
I am convinced
It’s a sure cure for cancer,
Watching excitement turn
Family dogs into dancers
One night in the early 90s, I was hanging out in my dorm room at the University of Georgia, when a friend asked if I wanted to go over to the chapel to hear a couple of singer-songwriters. I thought about it, and said “Nah.” Which is how I came to miss out on seeing the Indigo Girls in a crowd of a couple dozen, for $2.00. 
After all it’s not easy, banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor, and every day the paperboy brings more.
You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people, we’re so happy we can hardly count.
Pink Floyd
Ouch!
Every time I hear John Denver, I think of Moscow.
My obvious Elvis Costello entry is from Deep Dark Truthful Mirror, which opens with “one day you’re gonna have to face a deep dark truthful mirror, and it’s going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say.”
Ben Folds Five has a song called Mess, which features maybe my favorite and most powerful line of all: “I want to be for her what I could never be for you.”
One that slithered into my mind from nowhere today - I’m not going to say laudable, but definitely striking. The opening line from Kinky Afro by The Happy Mondays:
Son, I’m thirty, I only went with your mother 'cos she’s dirty…
j
“Timothy Leary’s dead!”
No, he’s outside looking in.
I’m a cement mixer
A churning urn of burnin’ funk
I’m a demolition derby
A hefty hunk of steamin’ junk
or
They want me to rock on
Like my back ain’t got no bone
Why don’t you rock me one time, baby
Like my backbone was your own
You can buy all the friends you want,
But I’ll still hate you for free.
She’s Got All the Friends That Money Can Buy - Chumbawamba
I always took “cup of meat” as a fairly obvious sexual reference. Or is that just me who thought so?
Some find phallic symbols everywhere. I, on the other hand… let’s just say I’m a Georgia O’Keeffe fan.
I never had that thought, though usually my mind tends to be in the gutter. But yeah, I like that interpretation.
A line that sticks out when I think of Blondie is from Parallel Lines:
“Take it down the highway like a rocket to the ocean.” (from “11:59”)
Huh. TIL. I can’t seem to recall any films from that period, or any other media (for someone who wasn’t around back then) bandying “Jim” about. Other than McCoy, but that was a decade later.
Speaking of Jims - and in spite of my anti-Morrisonism - I always dug:
“Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.”
(“Peace Frog”, Morrison Hotel)
Steven-Maven has it right. Jim and also Jack were used as a kind of generic “you” back then. As in “You got that right Jim”. Remember Ray Charles, Hit the Road Jack? There was also a movie with Peter Sellers called “I’m All Right Jack”.
Sure, I’ve been aware of those ones, along with “I’ve Got Mine, Jack”, but I guess I’ve been lost in a Star Trek bubble as far as “Jim” goes.
/pardon derail
Also, the title of the song…from Sparks:
“I can’t believe that you would fall for all the crap in this song.” (especially the finesse-y way they sing it)
The Spin Doctors, Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong: “Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town”
Bruce Springsteen, Hungry Heart: “Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack. I went out for a ride and I never went back.”
Another from The Residents, this time from The Aging Musician:
“If you like to pretend that you’ll never get old, you got what it takes to rock and roll.”
I like that line! I want to have it on my tombstone.
Several lines from I Hurt You by The Pretenders:
If you’d been in the SS in '43, you’d have been kicked out for cruelty.
Happy birthday, darling and thank you for the schooling
Your correction mistress warned me and she wasn’t fooling
Don’t try to paint your masterpiece under artificial light