She’s got the jack…AC/DC…
Centerfold…J.Geils…(iffy)
Brown Sugar…Rolling Stones…
Hey Joe…Jimi Hendrix
(I know…a stretch…but she did cheat on him…besides…it’s a kick ass tune… ) 
Drink You Off My Mind…joro…
She’s got the jack…AC/DC…
Centerfold…J.Geils…(iffy)
Brown Sugar…Rolling Stones…
Honky Tonk Woman…Rolling Stones
Hey Joe…Jimi Hendrix
(I know…a stretch…but she did cheat on him…besides…it’s a kick ass tune… )
Drink You Off My Mind…joro…
Definitely not “Centerfold”. She’s a nude model, not a prostitute.
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I have to disagree with both “Ruby Tuesday” and “Brown Sugar”, both classic Stones songs.
Ruby Tuesday is about a groupie who left the scene suddenly. From the lyrics I would guess she was a bit of a “free-spirited” flake, but then again it was the 60s… The band missed her, and wrote a song about her. I’ve read that they never found out what became of her.
Brown Sugar is about the sexualization of the young slave girls by their British masters/owners, and was meant to show something of the hypocrisy of the British by their claims to be so proper and above the black race they enslaved, but at the same time using them to channel their more animalistic sexual urges towards. I understand that most people missed the irony of that one, though.
“Sweet Painted Lady” by Elton John
“You’re So Static” by Elton John
“American Band” by Grand Funk is about groupies…
“Sweet Painted Lady” by Elton John from Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.
Crossed Eyed Mary Jethro Tull
Charlotte the Harlot
22 Acacia Avenue
both by Iron Maiden, both about the same woman.
Elton John’s “Island Girl”
Aerosmith’s “Uncle Salty” (No, Salty isn’t a hooker, but he told the narrator the story of a young street urchin who became a prostitute)
Raised on Robbery by Joni Mitchell
"I’m a pretty good cook, sitting on my groceries,
"Come home with me honey,
I’m not asking for a full length mink
Family Man by Mike Oldfield
I’ve been wrong before, but I’m pretty sure that song is just about an unwed mother. It’s meant to draw an ironic parallel between the mother of Christ and poor mothers whose religion forbids birth control. Or so I always thought.
My entry is “Roberta” by Billy Joel.
“Roberta, you say you know me.
But I see only what you’re paid to show me.”
“Roberta, I really need you.
But I’m afraid that my small change won’t
See you through.”
Dr Hook and the Medicine Show
Penicillin Penny
She’s Penicillin Penny
And ever since the day she came,
They say she’s had so many
She gives them all numbers, not names.
I always called her hon’,
But she calls me one-thousand-and-one,
And Penicillin Penny
Starts to boogie when the day is done
I have to take issue with “Venus in Furs.” Nowhere in that song is it implied that the sexual relations between the two characters is part of a business relationship. People can have submission and domination games without it being something that must be paid for.
This is a stretch, because, since I just defended kinky sex against association with prostitution (not that I mean to disparage either pasttime), I probably shouldn’t associate stripping with prostitution. Anyway, Ani Difranco’s “Letter to a John” involves a monetary transaction in exchange for pleasure given in a lapdance.
“Patrick Street” (traditional), about a sailor who gets robbed by a whore so thoroughly that he has to go back to his ship wearing nothing but her jumper.
Any relevant songs from Threepenny Opera?
Agreed.
The song is actually based on the book Venus in Furs, by Leopold Von Sacher Masoch. In the novel, the dominatrix is Severin’s sadistic lover, not his whore.
Jack and Jill went up the hill, each with a buck and a quarter.
Jill came down with two fifty. What a whore.
IIRC, (and it’s been a while) Solomon Song, and the Tango ballad.
Also, if we’re using musicals - “The Life” was about hookers, so most of the songs were too.
“Bell Bottomed Trousers” isn’t explicitly about prostitution, until you get to the lyric about “Here’s five pounds for the damage that I done.” I like sea chanteys. Sue me. Arr.
Minnie wasn’t a prostitute–she was a red-hot hoochie-coocher!
Here’s a great Victorian music-hall song; must be bellowed in a Cockney accent:
It’s the same the whole world over,
It’s the poor what gets the blame,
It’s the rich what gets the pleasure,
Isn’t it a blooming shame?