With thanks to Moomin, here's a fine clip with Max Raabe und das Palast Orchester performing "Amalie geht mit 'nem Gummikavalier ins Bad" from 1927. How low haven't the lyrics of the popular song sunk since that golden age of wit and erudition!
Update 22 October:My translation of the song's title doesn't bring across just how naughty it sounds in German. In Bad gehen does mean "to go swimming", and the lyrics make it clear that Amalie and her rubber gentleman are indeed on the beach. But it also means "to take a bath", so to someone who only reads the title of the song, it appears to mean "Amalie Brings A Rubber Man When She Takes A Bath". Got batteries, Amalie?
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I'd like a sausage, a cooperative sausage,
But ye cannee get near it for the smell.
If ye have it with an onion (pronounced "angin'"),
ye'll hear the onion singin'
'Mary, my Scots bluebell!'
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Ah yeah, I'm a great fan of Mr. Raabe.
But then again I'm a huge 20s nerd and I'm German.
So no real surprise there.
What's great about him is that his nasal voice and rolling r's sound exactly like those of the performers in Berlin dancehalls and cabarets we know from recordings.
Matt, that's great, so Herr Raabe sounds like an old record, not like the real thing! Reminds me of Marc Bolan's early records (T Rex) where he purposefully sounds like early blues queen Bessie Smith played at too high a speed. Really, really weird.
What's also interesting is that the topic of the artifical man for a woman's needs can be found in music at all times: from 1927 to the 1940s ( http://www.archive.org/download/BenLighthisSurfClubBoys/BenLighthisSurf… )
to today
(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAnyYTjjhJ0 )
A correction for my above post:
for some reason the MP3 of the first song is too fast.
It can be listened to here, though:
http://www.archive.org/details/BenLighthisSurfClubBoys
(The second track)