Monthly Archives: June 2012

For Time Out Sydney.

Not strictly the filthiest tunes of all time, but a headline’s a headline. Current Youtube videos accompany all the entries on the TO page, except Roy’s ‘My Girl’s Pussy’, which can be found here.

Sydney’s doyenne of musical smut, A.H. Cayley, shares a few filthy jams to put you in the mood. (Warning! Strong language)

Strokin’ – Clarence Carter, Dr C.C. (1986)

In which the-then 50-year-old soul man pontificates joyfully on his favourite act. You think it’s about masturbation but then it totally isn’t, in a complete expectations vs reality win. Carter strokes it to the east, he strokes it to the west, he strokes it to the woman that he loves the best, even when The Man’s shining a torch in his face in the backseat of his car, which is some admirable determination. There is no conversational lull that can not be solved by singing out the refrain “I’m strokin!” (though I expect it would help for your interlocutors to be familiar with the song first), and I for one can not wait to employ it as an excuse against some inevitable charges of public indecency. Also, full marks for the use of the word ‘sassified’.

Sexcerpt:
She said:
Stroke it, Clarence Carter
But don’t stroke so fast.
If my stuff ain’t tight enough,
You can stick it up my–”
Wooooo!

Read the whole damn thing.