Parental Advisory: Explicit Fuckin' Post.
Short of ‘Rotten Cocksucker's Ball’ by the Blenders and ‘Poontang’ by the Treiners, can you honestly name the last time you heard a golden age filthy-fuck R 'n' R tune that doesn't rely wholly on entendre to drive the point home? Me neither. Enter: 'The Record Connection' in Pennsyltucky.
Ya gotta love a record shop w/ an X-rated section. Even though you invariably find yourself elbow deep in Red Peters (Yuck Yuck Yuck), once in a blue moon you might just find a real-deal dirty ditty that backs up the swagger w/ the sound.
Are these (J.C & the Cavemen) the pervert responsible?
I snatched my first ‘Yo Yo’ incarnation at the above mentioned establishment, and as the Quartercash label infers, the artist obviously didn't feel the need to hang a name on this opus. As for the subsequent copy on 'Fun'...well, I don't remember where the hell I found that one, but I am almost positive that Boliver Shagnasty is not his Christian name. But who is this racist/misogynist mystery man? Subsequent editions turn up on the 'Trash' and 'Allstate' labels, w/ such nom de plumes as J.C & the Cavemen (Originally the Nighthawks featuring Scotty Moore) and Shagmar Bullnasty (obviously a distant cousin). Popular consensus names the pervert responsible as either Rusty York (of ‘Sugaree’ fame) or J.C. Raynor. Damned if I know...said the big red rooster to the little red hen.
Yo-Yo - Unknown
Yo-Yo - Boliver Shagnasty
Tapping That Thing - Unknown
Tapping That Thing - Boliver Shagnasty
Note: The liberal use of purple cocks, in keeping with this post’s bawdy nature, is in honor of Devil Dick, whose insistence that my use of Roosters is pretentious calls into question the very self-aggrandizing nature of blogging itself. Enjoy the cocks, dick! Get well soon brother.