There's a strong sense of misogyny to a few songs that hail from the mid 60s. You mention Just Like A Woman, which is so sweet on the ears it's easy to forget what a nasty, patronising put down it is. Have a listen to She's Your Lover Now or Like A Rolling Stone as well (although, to be fair, Positively 4th Street and Ballad Of A Thin Man are pretty nasty, and not particularly aimed at women). But your mention of Stupid Girl makes me want to bring up some other songs on Aftermath: Out Of Time, and particularly Under My Thumb, are worth a listen in this context; the latter is one nasty song, again easy to miss because it's so catchy. As for The Beatles, I think you'll find that their most acidic put downs can be associated with the period in which Dylan was a huge influence: Think For Yourself is a good example - "although your mind's opaque/try thinking more, if just for your own sake" - ouch. Although let's not forget that the line from Run For Your Life comes from Baby, Let's Play House: further proof, in the context of the most recent podcast, that Lennon was quite fond of using someone else's line to launch him into an original song. Although, I'm sure he was a little more careful about this after the whole Come Together/Rock 'n' Roll debacle.

I think Ray Charles wins with this one:

She's there to love me both day and night
Never grumbles or fusses always treats me right
Never runnin' in the streets and leavin' me alone
She knows a woman's place is right there now in her home

John Lennon - him again - had the sensitivity to alter it to "a woman's place is right back there with her hangin' round the home" in The Beatles version performed for radio.

Carve your number on my wall and
Maybe you will get a call from me
If I needed someone

''I powdered her nose/ I powdered her teets/ For its the way/ That Dog looks at me''

Cheeky chappy Desmond Mon shows an alternative display of affection to the delicate species. I think a tin of ''Bakers'' will be suffice.

...is, to my mind, taken by Gerry Goffin and Carole King's He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss)
http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/h/hehitmeitfeltlikeakiss.shtml

Sandy Posey's (aka Martha Sharpe who also wrote this one) Born A Woman is also worth a mention.
http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/b/bornawoman.shtml

Purveyors of easy listening social comment three chord power pop The Anti-Nowhere League really excelled themselves with 'So What?' a short example - not for the feint hearted -follows:

Well I've sucked sweets
And I've sucked rock
And I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what, so what

Well I've fucked a sheep
And I've fucked a goat
I've had my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what you boring little c**t

Sounds nice when sung by children.

That rather puts my suggestion of ancient oldie;
'You're Not Good Looking, But You're Respectable' by the Diablos in the shade.

Same for our friend Little Richard, (whose Christmas presents should be unwrapped most carefully).
"You're not very much to look at, but you know just where it's at".
(I Don't Know What You Got, But It's Got Me)

'You're breaking my heart
Cos you're stealing my tart'

The Faces 'Pool Hall Richard'.

Has an innate lyricism about it I reckon. And echoes of a neo-Keatsian sense of longing and pain. It certainly brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it. ( Which, thankfully, isn't often ).

Theres a dog sleeping in my bed - if I tickle his balls he'll give me sweet head

so - I Dont Have the Time to Mess Around

Broken Family band

''Lick my wind/ suck my soul/ spit that spu*k/ down the glory hole.''

The kind of ''blue'' that leaves you morosely pessimistic towards the music industry.

Courtesy of ''Jason and The Damaged Noughts''.

as for CSS's output- its squirming in saucy residue.
Slag after slag, dreg after dreg...

here's the lyrics to the ordue that is ''Artbitch'':

''My art is called egocentric-soft-porno.
Or maybe it's just narcisism...
My one and only subject
Goes from something like anything but
Me-ism

Wouldn't it be easier for beardsley?
He could drop the paintings,
And photograph his penis.
Or take pixxx of the chicks...
Yeah, you know what I mean...
Wouldn't it be better for Esher?
He could drop the math
And make it happen on his mattress
2 girls and a cam!
3 girls and a cam!
You put a dog there and you got polaroid scat

I ain't no artist
I am an artbitch
I sell my paintings to the men I eat
I have no portifolio
and I only show
Where there's free alcohol

I am so hardcore
I sell my crap and people ask for more...
Call me revolutionary
I poo on a plate and get it published on visionaire.
What I do, is called art-shit.
And don't you dare make fun of me
Cuz everything I do was featured on the pages of i-d!

I ain't no artist
I am an ar-bitch
I sell my paintings to the men I eat
I have no portifolio
and I only show
Where there's free alcohol

I ain't no artist
I am an artbitch
I sell my paintings to the men I eat
I have no portifolio
and I only show
Where there's free alcohol

Lick lick lick my art-tit
Suck suck suck my art-hole''

another great Rodney lyric, this time from "Italian Girls" on "Never A Dull Moment":

She was tall, thin and tarty
And she drove a Maserati
Faster than sound
I was heaven bound

Indeed!

Can't remember the band but the song went "Nice legs, shame about the face (or boat race)".

"Remember to kiss and caress me, honour and obey me, in my every whim and fancy, seven days a week and twice on Sunday's". A Prince Buster ditty that used to go down well at the staff Christmas party at Spare Rib.

I've resisted making this awful joke for days, and can do it no longer:

Non PC lyrics? How about Mac The Knife?

I know, I know. Sorry.

Nobody mentioned Stay WIth Me by The Faces...

I don't mean to sound degrading
But with a face like that you've got nuthin' to laugh about

and there's more if only I could remember

It has to be Wayne County's epic from 1978 or thereabouts;

"If you don't want to f*ck me baby, baby f*ck off."