Bloodhound Gang's Fire Water Burn:

Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto
hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus
I would stick it where the sun don't shine,
Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo
always stroking my own wookie,
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah
but you can call me cookie,

AC/DC - You Shook Me All Night Long

She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there

'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were makin it and you -

CHORUS:
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long

Working double time
On the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause
Just another cause
Made a meal out of me and come back for more
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing

'Cause the walls were shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were makin it and you -

"I shot my mouth off and you showed me what that hole was for"

The Pretenders, Precious

These lyrics need to be revisited.

Interesting factoid: this song was Berry's only #1 hit.

Glad to see Spinal Tap mentioned. I was going to post "Big Bottom" myself.

"I wanna put my log in your fireplace."

-Gene Simmons, "Burn Bitch Burn," from KISS' Animalize album.

(Who needs Spinal Tap when you've got Gene?)

Even not having the lyrics at hand, I feel obliged to mention perhaps the greatest Christmas song ever - Back Door Santa by Clarence Carter. Although like some others mentioned, it almost doesn't get beyond single entendre.

Now That We Found Love; Heavy D & The Boyz

Yeah [yeah-eah]

(Now that we found love what are we gonna do)
[what are we gonna do] (with it) [with it]
(Now that we found love what are we gonna do)
[hey-eay] (with it)

(Now) One two, tell me what you got
Let me slip my quarters inside your slot to hit the jackpot
Rev me up rev me up
My little buttercup
We can tug sheets snuggle up and get stuck
Believe it or not
Here comes the brother with glow
A strugglin', bubblin' overweight lovin' huggy pro
So what's it gonna be
Me or the TV
Now let me take time to set your mind and your body free
(Now) So why don't you just stretch
Stretch for a sec
Played ??? so I could cop a quick rec
Shake me, Shake me
Baby baby bake me
No need to fake here I am
Come on and take me
Wind your body
Baby move your body
I see you slip sliding
Come on now do it hottie
I'm not quite sure as to what is going down
But I'm feeling Hunky Dory
'bout this thing that I found

(Now that we found love what are we gonna do with it)
(Now that we found love what are we gonna do
with it) [come on Heavy, come on Heavy]

(Now) I dig the way you wiggle
You don't jiggle
Once you jiggle
So hand over your love
Cause it's Heavy
In the middle
Move her like a mover
she wanted to groove so I grooved her
then she wanted to learn so we played school
and I schooled her
(Now)[Mary had a little lamb]
But not like this
We can waltz and turn
Rumble tumble and twist
Then you think you wanna give in
Phantasies relivin'
So lay down and relax
[yeah baby, that’s it]

Divinyls - I Touch Myself

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me

Chorus:
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

You're the one who makes me happy honey
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you

Chorus

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me

Chorus

I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaa

Maybe you're kidding. If not, that's what makes it a double entendre.

Wikipedia explains it well: "A double entendre is a figure of speech similar to the pun, in which a spoken phrase can be understood in either of two ways. The first, literal meaning is an innocent one, while the second meaning is often ironic or risqué and requires the hearer to have some additional knowledge."

The penis song? No double entendre due to no innocent meaning.

Least subtle? Yeah, Spinal Tap wins.

"How could I leave this behind?"


Led Zeppelin - "Trampled Underfoot"

Greased and slicked down body, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)

Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)

Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)

A model built for comfort, really built with style
Special list edition, mama, let me feast my eyes

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)

Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)

Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
I can't stop talkin' about...

Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)

Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)

Feather-light suspension, coneys just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors

Talkin' 'bout love (X3)

Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.

"Poundcake" by Val Halen

Poundcake
Yeah, she's gotta have a soul,
Or it won't feel right,
We're just playin, clean and simple
Wrapped up, nice and tight
In a home-grown, and down home,
That makes a woman
Cookin' up that old time long lost recipe, for me
It's gettin' hard to find
Guess it ain't hip enough now
You take an average guy
Who can't identify
And there's a short supply
Of the fine, fine stuff,
Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on some of that
Shake it up, pick it out nice,
Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on outta there,
I still love my baby's poundcake
Home grown, and down home,
Yeah, that's the woman,
Still cookin up an old time, long lost recipe
Lemme get on some of that