Estereótipos e música: país tropical

Estereótipos e música: veraneio vascaína

Bobby Brown

Hey there, people, Im bobby brown
They say Im the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
Im dressin sharp n im
Actin cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work n maybe later Ill rape her

Oh God I am the american dream
I do not think Im too extreme
An Im a handsome sonofabitch
Im gonna get a good job n be real rich

(get a good
Get a good
Get a good
Get a good job)

Womens liberation
Came creepin across the nation
I tell you people I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess its still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the american dream
But now I smell like vaseline
An Im a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady…i dont know which

(I wonder wonder
Wonder wonder)

So I went out n bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but Im still kinda cute
Got a job doin radio promo
An none of the jocks can even tell Im a homo
Eventually me n a friend
Sorta drifted along into s&m
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the american dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An Ill do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin, thank you, fred!
Oh god, oh god, Im so fantastic!
Thanks to freddie, Im a sexual spastic
And my name is bobby brown
Watch me now, Im goin down,
And my name is bobby brown
Watch me now, Im goin down,

Análise das representações de migrantes nordestinos na chanchada, 1952-1961.

Professor Julio César Lobo
Seminários abertos sobre Estereótipos, Preconceitos e Exclusão Social
Salvador, Bahia, 04 de setembro de 2008

Estereótipos e gênero: interesse sexual masculino

Contribuição: Marcus Vinicius C. Alves

Estereótipos e música: mas que nada

Estereótipos e música: whiskey in the jar

As I was goin´ over
The Cook and Kerry mountains
I saw the Captain Farrell
His money he was countin´
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take ya

I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money
And I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she´d love me
No never would she leave me
But devil take that woman
YEAH!
For you know she tricked me easy

Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There´s whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly’s chamber
Taking Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
Yeah i watched Captain Farrell
I jumped up with my pistols
And I shot him with both barrells

Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Yeah Yeah Whiskey!
Yeah, oh

Now some men like the fishing
And some men like the fowling
And some men like the hear
The hear cannon ball a roaring
Me I like sleeping
Specially in my Molly´s chamber
But here I am in prison
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There´s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o

Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah

Estereótipos e música: coqueiro verde

Estereótipos e publicidade: speedwalker

Contribuição: Valter da Mata

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