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    Posted on Aug 12, 2013

    This Song From The 1930s Is Ridiculously Raunchy

    The lyrics to Lucille Bogan's 1935 song, "Shave 'Em Dry," are so explicit they would make even Prince blush. (Lyrics NSFW)

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    Lucille Bogan was a singer who began her career recording vaudeville songs in 1923, but by 1930 she had transitioned herself into a blues singer whose lyrics focused on then-risqué themes like sex, prostitution, drinking, adultery, and lesbianism.

    In March 1935, Lucille (along with her long-time collaborator, pianist Walter Roland) recorded one of her final and best-known songs, the infamous “Shave ‘Em Dry.”

    Next time someone complains about the overtly sexual lyrics in today’s music — just send them this little ditty:


    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 fucked all night, and all the night before baby,

    And I feel just like I wanna, fuck 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 fuckin' was the thing, that would take me to heaven,

    I'd be fuckin' in the studio, till the clock strike eleven,

    Oh daddy, daddy shave 'em dry,

    I would fuck you baby, honey I'd make you cry.

    Now your nuts hang down like a damn bell sapper,

    And your dick stands up like a steeple,

    Your goddam ass-hole stands open like a church door,

    And the crabs walks in like people.

    Aside: Ow, shit!

    (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 fuckin'.

    Aside: Eeeeh! Shave 'em dry

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

    My back is made of whalebone,

    And my cock is made of brass,

    And my fuckin' is made for workin' men's two dollars,

    Great God, round to kiss my ass.

    Aside: Oh! Whoo, daddy, shave 'em dry

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