Posted on 10/01/2018 10:34:23 AM PDT by SeekAndFind
55 mph....... Ha, I could hit that in first gear before my front wheel hit the ground. I remember the cops had dodge diplomats, they didn’t bother to turn on their lights. 55 was just a suggestion that we didn’t follow and they couldn’t enforce. Helmets were so you could have an open casket.
Got hit twice with the age jump. Couldn’t drink for a month and a half in 1981 and again in 1983.
Ah, good times.......KZ 1000
Don’t forget “Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon” by Neil Diamond.
Songs about jailbait were just a staple of pop music in that era.
“I’d Like to Change the World” by Ten Years After:
Everywhere is
freaks and hairies
dykes and fairies
tell me, where is sanity?
Any rap song today is bad.
Aretha Franklin sang suggestive songs.
“Christine Sixteen”
She’s been around,but she’s young and clean!
Brown Sugar ends with a flip in the final verse “just like a young BOY should”
Time to ban pretty much ban all but the instrumentals from Joe’s Garage I, II, and III
ugh!!! I had a high school friend who was being chased around by her neighbor, Armand. He used to sing “ If loving you is wrong, I don’t want to be right” whenever he saw her. Idk if she took the bait, ( i would bet yes) but his brother left his family for another high school friend of ours.
Richard Berry was black
‘Reelin’ and Rockin’ by the great Chuck Berry works also!
Is Squeaky Ford going to release a cover version of that?
How about Dr Hook, Freakers Ball.
Freakin’ at the Freaker’s Ball
Dr. Hook
(Shel Silverstein)
Well there’s gonna be a freaker’s ball (ha ha)
Tonight at the Freaker’s Hall
And you know you’re invited one and all
Uh oh
Come on baby’s grease your lips
Grab your hats and swing your hips
And don’t forget to bring your whips
We’re going to the freaker’s ball (yes)
Blow your whistle, and bang your gong
Roll up something to take along
It feels so good, it must be wrong
We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball
Well all the fags and the dykes they’re boogie-in’ together
The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
Screaming please hit me and I’ll hit you
The FBI is dancin’ with the junkies
All the straights, swingin’ with the funkies
Across the floor and up the wall
We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball, y’all
We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball
Everybody’s kissing each other
Brother with sister, son with mother
Smear my body up with butter
And take me to the freaker’s ball
Pass that roach please, and pour the wine
I’ll kiss yours if you’ll kiss mine
I’m gonna boogie ‘til I’m cold blind
Freakin’ at the freaker’s ball
White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones
Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
Screaming please hit me and I’ll hit you
Everybody ballin’ in batches
Pyromaniacs strikin’ matches
I’m gonna itch me where it scratches
Freakin’ at the freaker’s ball, y’all
We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball
We’re at a ball
We’re freakin’ at the freaker’s ball
(c) 1973 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.
Or Boy George
I always thought they meant Prince.
What WAS it about??!
“Time to ban pretty much ban all but the instrumentals from Joe’s Garage I, II, and III”
It does get a little raunchy. Most only listen to the beginning. If you listen all the way through it gets really bad. The album goes into having a relationship with a sex robot. How did he know?
Wet tshirt contests, Catholic girls, groupies, road crews, the bus, stds, appliantology, sex with machines, prison sex...
https://www.songlyrics.com/seals-and-crofts/unborn-child-lyrics/
Oh little baby, you’ll never cry, nor will you hear a sweet lullabye.
Oh unborn child, if you only knew just what your momma was plannin’ to do.
You’re still a-clingin’ to the tree of life, but soon you’ll be cut off before you get ripe.
Oh unborn child, beginning to grow inside your momma, but you’ll never know.
Oh tiny bud, that grows in the womb, only to be crushed before you can bloom.
Mama stop! Turn around, go back, think it over.
Now stop, turn around, go back, think it over.
Stop, turn around, go back think it over.
Oh no momma, just let it be. You’ll never regret it, just wait and see.
Think of all the great ones who gave everything
That we might have life here, so please bear the pain.
Mama stop! Turn around, go back, think it over.
Now stop, turn around, go back, think it over.
Stop, turn around, go back think it over.
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