Yesterday and today, I’ve had a snippet of a song stuck in my head, and it’s been driving me crazy. This happens from time to time – I’ll get two lines, one line, or (as was the case this time) part of a line stuck in my head. And the only thing that gets it out seems to be listening to the whole song. Which was difficult this time, since it was a song I don’t actually own, that three of the Crow Quill Night Owls (Kit Stovepipe, Caliope Kane, and one of the Gallus brothers, but I can’t remember which one, natch) covered at the end of Le Serpent Rouge, which was back in March.
So, I heard it about a month ago, at this point, in the wee hours of the evening, after a night of adrenalin-fueled squeeling and wiggling and clapping and zagariting and…my point is, I was tired. The three Crow Quill Night Owls come back out and sing this one song acapella, and it is deliciously filthy. I fucking loved it. But I can only remember half a line of it at this point, which will NOT quit running through my head: “We don’t need no goddamn…” something. “We don’t need no goddamn something,” and I can’t remember what “something” was. I also distinctly remember Caliope Kane telling us who originally did the song, but all I remember of their name is “The.” Yeah, that’s going to be helpful.
So here’s what I did, and I found it in like two minutes: I googled “lyrics we don’t need no” and then I proceeded to tack various cusswords on to that. I started with “lyrics we don’t need no fucking,” and got a shitload of “we don’t need no stinking badges” hits, like I expected. Then I tried “motherfucking,” then “dicksucking,” and then “cocksucking” – and got my hit on the last one. And while “cocksucking” isn’t in the title, it was in the article – apparently, back then, 1950s, “cock” actually meant “vagina.” So The Clovers are actually singing about “the rotten vagina-suckers ball.” Whatever they actually meant by “cock,” I love it. The tune and the acapella delivery are just so sweet and doo-wop-y (because it *is* doo-wop), and it’s so filthy. Love it! I came across something similar on Coilhouse the other day, actually. I should go find that link…
Here’s The Clovers: “Rotten Cocksuckers Ball”
The rest of the line that was stuck in my head is “goddamn taxi fare.” “We don’t need no goddamn taxi fare!” Ahhh, that’s better.
In a cleansing burst of synchronicity, on our way to and from Asheville, Greg played (among other things) some Frank Zappa, and I loved it. And apparently Frank Zappa covered Cocksucker’s Ball. I could share that with you, but I’d rather put my current favorite Zappa song, “Bobby Brown.”
And I just bought “For Adults Only: Rude Rock ‘n’ Roll from the 50s to the 70s,” which has “Rotten Cocksuckers Ball” and 25 other bawdy old songs. I am laughing my ass off, and learning the words as fast as I can, you bet.