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Roll Me Over
(Music Sales America). This is primarily a collection of 108 dirty songs. It is customary at this point to make some pious reference to the Ulysses and Lady Chatterley's Lover court decisions. No such defense will appear here. The songs are not great literature, and if they can be defended, it must be on other grounds. Most of the songs here are funny. It is hard to find a ribald song that is not humorous. Some of these songs are straight wish-fulfillment, some are incredibly nasty and disgust even the relatively shock-proof editors. But there is also a goodly number of sprightly, good-humored, tuneful, and (we believe) funny songs, some of them fit for the most maidenly ear. Arranged for top line with chord symbols.
144 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 1997
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December 8, 2007
A great little songbook of dirty songs of yesteryear, this is my favorite, the recurring phrase is very Dylan-esque and its even funnier sung/imagined in his voice :
My father makes book on the corner
My mother makes second hand gin
My sister makes love for a quarter
My God, how the money rolls in
My brother's a poor missionary
He saves fallen women from sin
He'll save you a blonde for a dollar
My God, how the money rolls in
My uncle's an artist and painter
He turns out a beautiful fin
He sells them ten cents on the dollar
My God, how the money rolls in
My aunt is a boarding-house keeper
She takes little working girls in
They put a red light in the window
My God, how the money rolls in
My grandma sells cheap prophylactics
She punctures the head with a pin
My grandpa gets rich from abortions
My God, how the money rolls in
My father makes book on the corner
My mother makes second hand gin
My sister makes love for a quarter
My God, how the money rolls in
My brother's a poor missionary
He saves fallen women from sin
He'll save you a blonde for a dollar
My God, how the money rolls in
My uncle's an artist and painter
He turns out a beautiful fin
He sells them ten cents on the dollar
My God, how the money rolls in
My aunt is a boarding-house keeper
She takes little working girls in
They put a red light in the window
My God, how the money rolls in
My grandma sells cheap prophylactics
She punctures the head with a pin
My grandpa gets rich from abortions
My God, how the money rolls in
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