In another one of my Jeo-party Prep Session Rabbit Holes, I found myself watching a delightful youtube video of a song called "Please Warm My Weiner" by Bo Carter. Yes, that's a real song, and yes, he referring to his penis. How did I get here? More research about words that also mean "the penis", of course! I looked up "weiner" in the OED, and found three definitions.
2. The penis.
3. One ridiculed as weak, socially inept, or unfashionable.
And the first citation in the OED of "weiner" being used in print to mean "the penis": 1935 B. Carter Please Warm my Weiner (song). So of course the next thing I do is google the song. And it is for real an actual song, and I am so thankful I found it because it is just delightful. I also was delighted to share the song with my Jeo-Party crew last night.
Bo Carter was an early American blues musician, born in Mississippi on June 30, 1893, died in Tennessee on September 21, 1964. He was known for his bawdy songs, and "had an unequaled capacity for creating sexual metaphors in his songs, specializing in such ribald imagery" as "Let Me Roll Your Lemon", "Banana in Your Fruit Basket", "Pin in Your Cushion", "Your Biscuits Are Big Enough for Me", "Please Warm My Wiener" and "My Pencil Won't Write No More".
Side note: just got myself down another rabbit hole of cool, new words via the OED from that description of Bo Carter.
Ribald: "referring to sexual matters in an amusingly rude or irreverent way" or "one who uses offensive, irreverent, or scurrilous language" which took me to
Scurrilous: "characterized by coarseness or indecency of language, coarsely opprobrious or jocular" which took me to
Opprobrious: "expressing scorn; vituperative; reproachful; shameful" which took me to
Vituperative: "containing, conveying, or expressing strong depreciation; violently abusive or fault-finding; contumelious" which took me to
Contumelious: "tending to convey disgrace and humiliation; despiteful," finally a definition full of words I have actually heard of. Words are so delightful.
Anyways, enough of this high brow word talk. Back to the ribaldry of Bo Carter. Here are some of his most delightful and scurrilous lyrics:
if you warm my weiner1, you give me ease all up in my mind
Baby, please warm my wiener, oh, warm my wiener,
won't you just warm my wiener, 'cause he really don't feel right cold
...if you warm my wiener one time, you gonna want him again
...I don't want you to warm half of my wiener, I want you to warm him all
we gonna put 'em together, gonna rub, rub, rub
Now I got the dasher, my baby got the churn,
we gonna churn, churn, churn until the butter come
Now my baby's got the cloth, and I got the needle,
we gonna stitch, stitch, stitch, 'til we both will feel it
let me put my banana in your fruit basket, then I'll be satisfied
- I fell down the Rabbit Hole... and here I am...
- ...and people think hip-hop lyrics are dirty.
- Can't believe Oscar Mayer doesn't use this.
- So this why my grand parents had so many siblings
- C'mon he said "please"
- But please hold the sourkraut.
- This shit is hilarious - and good blues, too
- this guy doesn't quit, does he?
- I have "plenty" of lead in my "pencil" but no one to write to!
- That's what mechanical pencils are for, Bo.
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