Yeah, but if he wants to shake your tree, too, doncha think that kinda crosses the line? And what’s this crap about “you’re the cutest thing that I ever did see”? THING?? Puh-leez.
I want answers, Mr. Miller, and I want 'em now. :dubious:
Papa Loved Mama by Garth Brooks
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama’s in the graveyard
Papa’s in the pen.
I don’t know whether “She’s having my baby” was misogynist or just stupid or sexist. Maybe all of the above. (The song came out before surrogate mothers, so surely he should have sung “She’s Having Our Baby”)
Ahem. If you’ll just review my links, you’ll see that Mr Miller will not be able to answer your question regarding those lines.
ugh. I don’t have “peaches”, I have breasts. If any guy (including my husband) came up to me and told me he loved my peaches and he wanted to shake my tree, he’d probably get a knee in the groin, hard.
YMMV.
It was Steve Miller. How about Ringo Starr, singing away about [del]pedophilia[/del] I mean loving that sixeen year old? She’s all his…wasn’t he like 30 when he sang it? Creepy.
Now I have all these songs in my head and their getting weirder by the minute. I was happy in my mindless acceptance of pop songs. Pooh.
Again, that’s another love song to a daughter. Incestuous pedophillia? You be the judge.
i’m a back door man
men don’t know
but the little girls understand
If you listen to the whole song, its about how Papa caught Mama sleeping around on him, so he drove his truck into the house and killed her. Not really mysogynist as there’s no indication Papa hated all women, just Mama
How about “I Will Follow Him”
Or "He Hit Me (and It Felt Like a Kiss)
Sweet Sixteen is about his daughter?
:dubious:
Actually, in a fit of rage and grief and brokenheartedness, he drove his semi into the motel room where his wife was gettin’ jiggy with another man
Well the picture in the paper showed the scene real well
Papa’s rig was buried in the local motel
Desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
He never hit the brakes, and he was shiftin’ gears
I kinda like it when lyrics like this are set to such cheerful music 
How about Such a Groovy Guy, by ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic:
*Baby are you in the mood for a little romance
Well for starters I could pour some chocolate pudding down your pants
And then attach electrodes to your brain and watch you dance
Now golly, wouldn’t that be fun?
Oh and then I might decide to tie you up with dental floss
Make you wear a harness and I’ll show you who’s the boss
Of course if you refuse well honey it’s your loss
I mean I don’t do this for just anyone
So how can you say it’s all over
So how can you tell me goodbye
Now you tell me that you’re leaving me for good
And all I wanna know is WHY?
I mean, after all, I’m really such a groovy guy!*
Or Girls Just Wanna Have lunch:
I know how to keep a woman satisfied.
When I whip out my Diner’s Card their eyes get so wide.
They’re always in the mood for something to munch.
Oh, girls, they wanna have lunch.
Oh, girls just wanna have…
Here’s an obscure one from The Loading Zone, called “Just Can’t Please You” from a performance at the Fillmore Auditorium 09/07/1967, currently playing (Aug 22 through Aug 29) on the streaming audio at Wolfgang’s Vault
Hey little boy, what’s wrong with you?
I’ve done everything I know how to do.
I try so hard; you misuse me but I try so hard
Just can’t please you
Little boy, I’ve given you all that you need
I’ve been a good woman, a good woman indeed
I try so hard; you misuse me but I try so hard
Just can’t please you
Sigh. Perhaps she ought to look for fulfillment elsewhere.
(Full disclosure - no personal or financial connection with Wolfgang’s Vault, other than as fanboy)
Once we were asking a guy at the factory where I worked how could he date the receptionist, whose IQ would be below room temperature in Celsius. His answer, “hell, she’s dumber’n’the matress, but she ain’t a bad fuck an’ when I take out the playstation, instead of yelling like others did, she just rolls her eyes and goes visit her Ma”
He doesn’t speak a word of English, so I don’t think he knew that song… maybe the songwriter knew our receptionist?
As Cecil’s article points out, he took it entirely from The Clovers, who are also the people to ask about the “pompatous of love.”
Is that relevant? I was referring the version of the song that I am most familiar with.
Perhaps you need to switch to decaf?
:smack: You’re right. It’s been a while since I’ve heard the song and I was going by memory.
Dead Flowers - Rolling Stones:
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
This Ol’ Cowboy - Marshall Tucker Band:
If you wrote all the women’s names down I know
And let me pick one out
I don’t believe there’d be one in the whole bunch
I’d give a hoot about
Ringo was covering an oldie made popular in 1960 by Johnny Burnette, but written by Richard and Robert Sherman, who wrote songs for Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, among others. How on earth are you reading pedophilia into that song?
He was 30 something when he sang it–was he supposed to be 16 as well? I thought 17 was the age of consent in UK–thereby adding a nice twist to the Beatle’s hit re 17 year old girls…
(pedophilia is a bit of hyperbole, but the fact remains, he was twice the age that he is singing about)
You know, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
I don’t want to pick a fight or anything but… lighten up.