Jimmy Savile’s Legacy
“Dozens of big name stars from the 1960s and 70s have contacted Max Clifford “frightened to death” they will become implicated in the widening Jimmy Savile child abuse scandal, the PR guru has claimed.”
The Huffington Post, 26/10/2012
Sir Jimmy Savile, the ‘Top of the Pops’ DJ, lured star-struck girls
To his dressing room, and crudely demanded, ‘Give me head!’
As certain sixties musicians took part in his BBC orgies
The wildest rumours spread despite his being dead.
On seeing photos of sixties pop stars people now wonder,
‘Did you ever perform at the BBC?
Did you ever have underage girls throw themselves at you, and think,
“Who cares how old they are? Relax. It’s free.”’
A bit of dope in the dressing room and it seems they were yours
All for a signed photo or two.
They’d like to boast in the playground they’d met your band
And you… you were curious to find out what they could do.
‘We never asked for their birth certificates’, one pop star said –
One who was caught up in the media shit-storm –
So, with no way of knowing she was thirteen, he’s in the clear
For ‘if everyone’s at it, then it’s the norm.’
‘Better close the door, babe. We don’t want anyone seeing
You licking my lolly on ‘Top of the Pops’.
You’ll do all four of us, won’t you? Then I’ll make sure you’re on telly –
Shh. Say nothing. Or someone’ll call the cops.’
The Beatles, the Stones, the Who and Gary Glitter
Now look like child-molesters and nonces.
Once the Pink Fairies, and the Pretty Things looked pretty,
Instead of washed-up corporate ponces –
Arc-lit geriatric ghouls striding across Nuremburg stages,
Their voices amplified by vast banks of speakers,
They turn vulnerable kids into infantilized sex-toys,
“Come on come on, baby, come on come on.”
“I don’t even dare to ask you your age
It’s enough to know you’re here backstage
You’re jailbait, and I just can’t wait
Jailbait baby come on”.
“I don’t usually say this to girls your age
But when I saw you coming out of the school that day
That day I knew, I knew
I’ve got to have you, I’ve got to have you”.
“If I played guitar I’d be Jimmy Page
The girls I like are underage”
The Beastie Boys
“Well she was just 17, and you know what I mean!”
“I once loved a woman, a child I’m told…
But don’t think twice, it’s all right”
“Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire. I’m on fire”
“This girl is half his age…
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabokov”
“Girls of 15, sexually knowing”
“She’s only fifteen
That’s the reason that I can’t sleep
You say illegal
I say legal’s never been my scene”.
“I can see that you’re fifteen years old
No I don’t want your I.D.
You look so restless and you’re so far from home
But it’s no hanging matter
It’s no capital crime.”
The Rolling Stones
“I’m hanging around that same old scene
My girlfriend Betsy she’s just fourteen
There’s nothing better for me to do.”
“Steal away from mummy, oh, there’s my little girl;
On the pillow of my tummy, give my hair a curl;
Run your fingers under and over make us a little blow;
And don’t forget about tomorrow, in the same place after school;
Baby, make me calm your fears; let me hold your 13 years.”
“My Francine just turned thirteen,
She’s my angelic teenage queen.
And I love her, she’s all that I want.
And I need her, she’s all that I need.”
“Good morning little schoolgirl”
“Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Soon you’ll need a man.”
“We could go on the hovercraft across the water.
They’ll think I’m your dad and you’re my daughter.”
“Don’t say a word my virgin child
Just let your inhibitions run wild.”
“Do you wanna touch me there? Yeah!”
Frank Zappa boasts a groupie with her baby teeth still in place
As paedo house-bands arouse erotomania,
“Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind”
A Comfortably Numb “Deep Throat” Spray:
Is an Oral Sex Enhancer:
If Spearmint’s not your flavor of choice you can get it in Apple,
And Peppermint, and Cinnamon and in Chocolate.
A comfortably numb “Deep Throat” spray
Is an oral sex enhancer:
The spray suppresses the gag reflex, which is important
When babies and toddlers are being targeted in songs
The gag reflex being a survival instinct which should itself survive
Though anything goes.
Baby, baby, baby, can’t you see, your little body
Was created, especially for me:
Three orifices to bring me off, and make me high
While you’re stung to death by the King Bee.
“Now bring me a nine year old!” shouts Brett of Suede
And the Boomtown Rats praise,
“Mary of the Fourth Form” for whom “Teacher is a natural man
As his hand moves out to touch her.”
But all these grim hedonists with their fraudulent face-lifts,
And their creepy litanies of lust, and erectile egos
Are now tarred by Savile’s brush, joining the priests in black dresses
Who panic and scuttle off as people spit, ‘Paedo.’
Multi-millionaire mega-celebs may skulk in tax havens
But the karma police are catching them, this way or that –
Now photographed with close-up lenses to look like monsters;
They’re rounded up and arrested in their West End flats.
Pop stars and priests become synonymous with paedophilia,
And the innocent are caught up with the guilty
Through childhood’s contamination by the cult of celebrity godheads –
Each one proving the pillars of society aren’t so pretty.
Led Zeppelin tied a red-haired teenage groupie to a bed
And stuffed a red snapper into her vagina and rectum. It amused them to ask ‘Let’s see how your red snapper likes this red snapper!’
If she didn’t later commit suicide, she might have.
Glittering sex Nazis strut the stadiums of the world
Barking out their orders to “little girls” –
To Rock me baby all night long, then roll me till I come,
And come and come, little girl. Come and come.
Jimmy Savile believed that raping young girls kept him young,
And he destroyed them because ‘boys will be boys’.
Gary Glitter and the rest asked little girls to be in their gang
Till they cast them aside like broken toys.
Illustration: Claire Palmer