Dirty ass song - Shave 'em dry

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(dirty words weren't included in text, but you can hear them)

Lucille Bogan (Bessie Jackson) (vocal), accompanied by Walter Roland (piano) probably recorded on March 5, 1935.

This copy of Shave ‘em Dry was converted from a 45 record (ca 1960). I also have a 78 record of this song but the record has a chip at the edge and didn’t digitize well.

Here are the lyrics:

I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumb,

I got somethin’ between my legs’ll make a dead man come,

Oh daddy, baby won’t you shave ‘em dry?

Aside: Now, draw it out!

Want you to grind me baby, grind me until I cry.

(Roland: Uh, huh.)

Say I ed all night, and all the night before baby,

And I feel just like I wanna, some more,

Oh great God daddy,

(Roland: Say you gonna get it. You need it.)

Grind me honey and shave me dry,

And when you hear me holler baby, want you to shave it dry.

I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumb,

Daddy you say that’s the kind of ‘em you want, and you can make ‘em come,

Oh, daddy shave me dry,

(Roland: She ain’t gonna work for it.)

And I’ll give you somethin’ baby, swear it’ll make you cry.

I’m gon’ turn back my mattress, and let you oil my springs,

I want you to grind me daddy, ’til the bell do ring,

Oh daddy, want you to shave ‘em dry,

Oh great God daddy, if you can’t shave ‘em baby won’t you try?

Now if in’ was the thing, that would take me to heaven,

I’d be in’ in the studio, till the clock strike eleven,

Oh daddy, daddy shave ‘em dry,

I would you baby, honey I’d make you cry.

Now your nuts hang down like a bell sapper,

And your dick stands up like a steeple,

Your goddam -hole stands open like a church door,

And the crabs walks in like people.

Aside: Ow, !

(Roland: Aah, sure enough, shave ‘em dry?)

Aside: Ooh! Baby, won’t you shave ‘em dry

A big sow gets fat from eatin’ corn,

And a pig gets fat from suckin’,

Reason you see this whore, fat like I am,

Great God, I got fat from in’.

Aside: Eeeeh! Shave ‘em dry

(Roland: Aah, shake it, don’t break it)

My back is made of whalebone,

And my is made of brass,

And my in’ is made for workin’ men’s two dollars,

Great God, round to kiss my .

Aside: Oh! Whoo, daddy, shave ‘em dry

[Jaimoe]

Take that, pop-punk phonies!