I used to have a song called ‘Christfuck’ from a European metal band on my iPod but removed it. Don’t remember the name of the band and really don’t want to Google it at work.
A file search in my music folder spawned these songs with ‘fuck’ in the title:
Dead Kennedys - Too Drunk to Fuck
Dead Kennedys - Nazi Punks Fuck Off
Nouvelle Vague - Too Drunk To Fuck (cover of the above song)
Super Furry Animals - The Man Don’t Give A Fuck
Butter - Butterfucker
Cam’ron - Fuck You
Jenny Owen Youngs - Fuck Was I
The Walkabouts - Fuck Your Fear
Turbonegro - Fuck The World
Lambchop - Your Fucking Sunny Day
Iggy Pop - Fuckin’ Alone
The Pixies - You’re Gonna Fuckin’ Die
Tosca - Fuck Dub
Belle And Sebastian - Fuck This Shit
Beck - Today Has Been A Fucked Up Day
Beck - Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)
Beck (he’s really into it) - The Fucked Up Blues
The Replacements - Fuck School
N.W.A - Fuck Tha Police
Neil Young And Crazy Horse- Fuckin’ Up
Pavement - Wanna Fuck Around
Ryan Adams - Drunk and Fucked Up
New York Dolls- Fucking and Sucking
Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Fuck Shit Up
… and the winner is:
Fuck - Fuck Motel
I listen to a lot of rap, so it’s pointless for me to try to review every song I have that has the superhappyfunword in it.
However, I figured I’d at least share this gem I have from Black Sheep (the band that did the “This Or That” song that’s been featured in the Kia Soul commercials with the hamsters lately) called “For Doz That Slept” (starts at 0:13).
Don McLean - “American Pie”
(For several years, until I learned that the lyric is “I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck,” and not “drunken fuck.”)
I am a white, upper middle class 34 yr old professional woman. I fucking love that song and blast it whenever it comes on. It makes me feel like a fucking rebel when that comes on my iPod when I am at work and I’m the only one who can hear it. When I am in the car, I turn the stereo up so you can clearly hear it outside the car. No one can see me inside my tinted windows…
This is a great jam (except for the singer and his retarded “Uhhhh!”). Where is the “fuck” part? I’ve only ever heard it on the radio so maybe it’s only on the album? I don’t recall any"substitute" words.
The bit where he screams “Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me!” over and over again! When it charted again in the UK a couple of years ago they played it live a couple of times on the radio, and were swiftly cut off at that point.
I was living in Charlotte, NC when that song came out. One day I was listening to the radio and the announcer (probably a recording, actually) came on and said:
“And now, the new Rage Against the Machine, by the only station that has the [beep]* to play it . . . 106.5 The End.”
. . . and then they proceeded to play the edited version :rolleyes:.
*Yes, they bleeped “balls” too.
I have a rebel Rage Against The Machine song too. It’s their remake of Cypress Hill’s I Could Just Kill A Man. And, lo and behold, it’s got fuck in there too.
So much of a rebel it makes me, I sing it out loud when it comes on my iPod at work. As a claim administrator. In an accounting firm. It’s O.K., everybody at work thinks I’m nutso anyway.
P.S. Also Pistol Grip. Also a fuck-y kinda song.
I have never heard their version of that, but I can totally imagine it from them (particularly given their remake of “Pistolgrip Pump”).
I really wish I could play my music louder at work.
I use headphones. Still sing. And chair dance. Yeah, they all think I’m nuts.
Here’s How I Could Just Kill A Man.
That actually didn’t sound the way I thought it would. 
Here’s a bit of schoolboy smut that I wrote. (“Blow your own horn–nobody else wants to put their lips on it…”):
FCC OFF! (M)
COPYRIGHT 2009 by Sam A. Robrin or whoever the hell it is who writes these things. Go ahead and use it, but if you make a little money on it, I want some!
**Chorus:**
FCC the FCC!
FCC off, FCC!
Where the FCC do you think you get off
FCCing with our liberty?
Kay is OK for a bureaucrat,
A good FCC, you see.
If you see Kay at the FCC,
Tell 'er it’s all the same to me!
Kay checks the broadcasts for fairness and filth.
She watches each mos and more.
If any word scorches your delicate ears,
Take it to FCC Kay.
**Chorus**
The FCC monitors airwaves to check
That they’re clean in thought, word, and deed.
Break any one of their thousand taboos,
You’ll totally be FCC’d.
Don't FCC with the microphone--
The FCC asserts:
DJs who say FCC on the air
Are in for some megahertz.
**Chorus**
The ABCs of FCCing
Require a sheepskin or two.
Ask Kay where she learned FCCing around,
She brightly says, “FCC U.”
Kay's friend dropped in to the studio.
They spontaneously FCC'd.
Doggone it, 'er monitor had been left on, it er-
Roneously aired the deed.
**Chorus**
It’s not OK if a DJ FCCs up
And says FCC on the air.
On the QT, why the FCC should
VIPs at the FCC care?
The FCC dislikes the language I use--
I don't give an FCC.
Think I'll print up a brand-new Gadsden flag design:
"DON'T FCC WITH ME"!
**Chorus**