The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Do I look like a slut?
Uh-huh.
Shut up.
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us sluts.
Me neither, I'm a good girl.
Yeah, me too.
Hell, I just went to church the other day.
Here's a story about the boys of the alter.
Some of them got between me and my halter.
But I don't think the Good Lord would mind,
I was calling his name the whole time.
Sometimes I get a little drunk,
And I go home with some crazy punks.
But don't judge me by what I do,
'Cause baby you know you want to hit it too.
Shit, you know they all want to hit it.
Yeah, they're just talkin' shit 'cause they want it.
You know, maybe it's these outfits we wear, I mean, I can see your boobies.
Shit my stylist is on a budget, he's just trying to save some fabric.
It really doesn't matter, I'm just gonna end up taking it off anyway.
So what if I'm a little nudie?
It don't mean you're gonna get some booty,
Baby I just want to shake it,
It took mama nine months to make it.
My daisy dukes they fit just right,
They squeeze my coochie really tight.
So that when I shake and dance,
There's a party in my pants.
Shit, I like your daisy dukes, I think they're real classy.
Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way I move my butt?
Is it the way my clothes are cut?
I like to do it, and what?
Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way I move my butt?
Is it how my clothes are cut?
I don't give a fuck.
I saw Mikey on the street yesterday, and do you know what he called me?
What?
He called me a slut.
No.
Yeah.
Honey, don't worry, he's just a fag anyway.
I'm not a fuckin' slut you fucking cock sucker,
Your mom's the one letting everyone fuck her.
Everyone knows she's a fuckin' ho,
Sucks dick on the corner for a little blow.
Just because I like to freak each and every night of the week,
Don't mean I can't resist temptation,
Hell I don't give a damn about my reputation.
Shit, you know I'm grade A, top joint, speed baby.
This is one classy ass.
I can't believe she'd get off talkin' shit like that.
I mean she's one to talk.
At least we don't let just anyone stick it in.
What a fucking slut.
Slut!
Uh-huh.
Shut up.
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us sluts.
Me neither, I'm a good girl.
Yeah, me too.
Hell, I just went to church the other day.
Here's a story about the boys of the alter.
Some of them got between me and my halter.
But I don't think the Good Lord would mind,
I was calling his name the whole time.
Sometimes I get a little drunk,
And I go home with some crazy punks.
But don't judge me by what I do,
'Cause baby you know you want to hit it too.
Shit, you know they all want to hit it.
Yeah, they're just talkin' shit 'cause they want it.
You know, maybe it's these outfits we wear, I mean, I can see your boobies.
Shit my stylist is on a budget, he's just trying to save some fabric.
It really doesn't matter, I'm just gonna end up taking it off anyway.
So what if I'm a little nudie?
It don't mean you're gonna get some booty,
Baby I just want to shake it,
It took mama nine months to make it.
My daisy dukes they fit just right,
They squeeze my coochie really tight.
So that when I shake and dance,
There's a party in my pants.
Shit, I like your daisy dukes, I think they're real classy.
Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way I move my butt?
Is it the way my clothes are cut?
I like to do it, and what?
Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way I move my butt?
Is it how my clothes are cut?
I don't give a fuck.
I saw Mikey on the street yesterday, and do you know what he called me?
What?
He called me a slut.
No.
Yeah.
Honey, don't worry, he's just a fag anyway.
I'm not a fuckin' slut you fucking cock sucker,
Your mom's the one letting everyone fuck her.
Everyone knows she's a fuckin' ho,
Sucks dick on the corner for a little blow.
Just because I like to freak each and every night of the week,
Don't mean I can't resist temptation,
Hell I don't give a damn about my reputation.
Shit, you know I'm grade A, top joint, speed baby.
This is one classy ass.
I can't believe she'd get off talkin' shit like that.
I mean she's one to talk.
At least we don't let just anyone stick it in.
What a fucking slut.
Slut!
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Do I Look Like a Slut? Lyrics as written by Debbie Attias Daphne Gomez-mena
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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can't beleive no ones commented on this! awesome beat ans iits hilarious!
Debbie and Daphne are fuckin cum dumpsters I went to their show in NY and afterwards they had a fuck party in the dressing room
lol are you suprised?
i know right, lol
ahahaha SICK
hellz yah
Ha they gonna get aids I hope they die
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Fuck you, you 're fucking HATER so SHUT THE FUCK UP bitch. It is a good song that expresses what society thinks of women who actually FUCKING FUN!!!! So shut up bitch.
Fuck you, you 're fucking HATER so SHUT THE FUCK UP bitch. It is a good song that expresses what society thinks of women who actually FUCKING FUN!!!! So shut up bitch.
Fuck you, you 're fucking HATER so SHUT THE FUCK UP bitch. It is a good song that expresses what society thinks of women who actually FUCKING FUN!!!! So shut up bitch.
Fuck you, you 're fucking HATER so SHUT THE FUCK UP bitch. It is a good song that expresses what society thinks of women who actually FUCKING FUN!!!! So shut up bitch.
Fuck you, you 're fucking HATER so SHUT THE FUCK UP bitch. It is a good song that expresses what society thinks of women who actually FUCKING FUN!!!! So shut up bitch.
hahah this song rocks!
On the one hand, this song is so fun and remarkably catchy for being so simple. I just can't help but laugh at the dramatic irony of the two girls defending their "classy" Daisy Dukes.
On the other, I almost wonder if there's not some deeper social commentary going on. For instance, the line: "Just because I like to freak each and every night of the week, don't mean I can't resist temptation" points out the fact that people often mistake sexual liberation as "sluttiness" and may believe a woman who has many partners is be sick and desperate and unable to say no-- failing to realize that she might in fact ENJOY uncommitted sex (the way men are entitled and often PRAISED for enjoying it) and may have her own standards that are just different from other girls'. "I don't give a damn about my reputation." Good for her, I say!
It's also sad but salient that these girls who are accused of being sluts in turn accuse others of the same thing: "I'm not a fuckin' slut you fucking cock sucker, your mom's the one letting everyone fuck her. Everyone knows she's a fuckin' ho, sucks dick on the corner for a little blow." "Slut" is a weapon used against women, a way to make someone look and feel better about themselves in comparison. It's just as they say: "But don't judge me by what I do, 'cause baby you know you want to hit it too. Shit, you know they all want to hit it. Yeah, they're just talkin' shit 'cause they want it." It's others' insecurity, plain and simple. If you can't get-- or if you can't BE it-- you go all sour grapes and say that it's nothing something anyone should want in the first place.
Even if the song is intended to be lighthearted, it hits on some pretty intense issues!
Since I am NOT a slut I don't understand this song :) I'm just amused with the line " I can see your boobies." Seriously, who calls them 'boobies'? :)
:) That is funny. And who does call them that? The Bloodhound Gang?