I can’t help but think that high lonesome bluegrass wouldn’t be particularly appropriate for many strippers…
•Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag (And Smile, Smile, Smile)
•Revelry of the Dying
•Yoko Kanno’s Inner Universe
•No Dogs Allowed
•Yeroushalaim Shel Zahav
•Theme song to *Here Come the Littles!
There are two songs off of Sponge’s Wax Ecstatic cd that would be completely innapropriate. “I Am Anastasia” or “The Death of a Drag Queen,” mostly depending on which type of stripper it was. lyrics here
My Heart Belongs to Daddy?
I’m tempted to name “Yakkety Sax” (most famed for its use in The Benny Hill Show), but the image of a woman stripping/dancing to that tune is too surreal to be lightly dismissed.
How about Richard Strauss’ Also Sprach Zarathustra? (The theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey.) Or Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries?
I once saw a burlesque performer strip to a recording of Jeff Buckley singing Hallelujah. It was unbelievably awful.
Any number of songs would be inappropriate, bad or counter-productive.
But I have to go with Lola. The minute that song started, I’d be heading for the door. No questions asked, no matter what the woman looked like.
I saw a Thai stripper dance to “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” in Copenhagen in '04. I had only been in Europe a few days and was already suffering from culture shock. I thought strip clubs worldwide were pretty much the same, but this one was decorated more like a Thai restauraunt than a club. It had two big red Budda statues and there was a lot of fake ivy on the walls. I expected to find menus on the tables when we sat down. There was no background music and the place was basically empty - just our group of four and a bored looking older couple in the corner. Absolutely nothing happened for about 20 minutes and I was beginning to crave spring rolls. Finally a 30ish woman came out with a small CD player and started an unenthusiastic interpretation of the Wizard of Oz. I’m pretty sure she was even dressed kinda like Dorothy. Friend one: :dubious: , friend two: 
, friend three: :mad: , me: 
. When she finished, we clapped politely, paid for our drinks and quickly shuffled out to find a regular bar. I like the Wizard of Oz, but now feel kind of sad out when that song comes on, because it reminds me of how completely bored she looked even though she picked out the song and had a costume.
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The worst I’ve ever witnessed was a double-feature.
“Butterfly Kisses,” a syrupy piece of tripe about a father singing to his very young daughter,
followed by…
“The Saga Begins”, Weird Al’s Star Wars parody set to the tune of “American Pie.”
We shall worship like the druids
Running naked through the wo-ods
Drinking strange fermented fluids
And it’s good enough for me!
In the church of Aphrodite
The priestess wears a see-through nightie
She’s a mighty righteous sightie
And she’s good enough for me!
She’d have to be fast. Really fast.
No doubt a gang of cops in bobby helmets would come it to chase her off stage, brandishing billy clubs over their head. Then a moment later they’d reappear running in the opposite direction, with the stripper chasing after…
I must be a freak or something. I’d actually pay extra to see a stripper perform to things like John Cage, the music from “Forbidden Planet,” vocal pieces by Ligeti, and Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music
My own favorite’s Astarte
A lusty wench and hearty
Taught them Hebrews how to party
And that’s good enough for me!
My Ding-a-Ling, by Chuck Berry would be odd.
A pretty obsure song-Lady Sniff, by the Butthole surfers would be rahter inappropriate.
Apart from the awkward religious implications, I can actually imagine this one being a pretty good song for a stripper to perform to, depending on the type of “performance.” Bumping and grinding/boob-juggling/butt-cheek-flapping/sultry pole-licking, perhaps not, but I can sort of picture a graceful, “tasteful,” ballet-like performance by a woman who just happened to be fully or partially nude. Actually that goes for a few of the other songs mentioned here as well.
On the other hand, I had the morbid pleasure of watching a slovenly stripper with an enormous round (not pregnant, I don’t think, but a close resemblance) belly dancing to Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man” one night many years ago in Atlanta’s infamous Clermont Lounge. To the introductory chords, she did a heavy foot-stomping routine that rattled the whole stage and shook her gelatinous gut. It was almost hypnotic as well as thoroughly disgusting. Ozzy Osbourne would’ve been spinning in his grave if only he’d been dead.
The Lumberjack Song
American Pie
Louie Louie
Freebird
I’m thinking that anything by Al Yankovic would be right out.
For male strippers – “Puff the Magic Dragon”