Skinny jeans hadn't yet come in off the range in the 1940's and mom jeans were far far away over the horizon, too far to imagine. "Motherfuckers" could never have sold disks (which were still graphite) without jeans at least not until the shrill sax sound could be amplified and replicated by the newly invented plugged-in guitar.
I was born in late 1940 and cut my teeth on New Orleans/Kansas City horn-blowing jazz and big band jamming at the foot of my dad's Motorola. Within 15 years, jazz had faded away while I traded slacks for stand-alone Levi's and jazz for Rock blasted from the radio in my overhead V8 powered hotrod Ford coup.
Life was good and only then did we discover something called the First Ammendment. Censuring "Motherfuckers" would have been mild compared to how biblebeaters and Conservative revisionists from coast-to-coast tried to destroy all that was great in rock 'n' roll. The age of free-speech soon arrived as heroes such as Lenny Bruce and the ACLU shoved the word "Fuck" in the faces of the biblebeaters and censures like facial cream pies and the evil soon forgot about the innocence of Rock.
Conservatives and some fundamentalists are still trying to pull Gabriel's horn out of their righteous ass while music lives on and thrives as the language of our souls....... thanks in part to the Motherfuckers. If you haven't yet watched and listened to Metallica's "Quebec Magnetic" concert DVD in Blu-ray, you haven't lived. It can't get much better.