“Hickory dickory dock.” If the next line that comes to your head is something obscene, you have Andrew Dice Clay to blame. The 58-year-old comedian, known for his raunchy rhymes and wildly offensive stand-up material, is the subject of a recent Washington Post profile. Clay is in the midst of a comeback: He had roles in Woody Allen’s Blue Jasmine and HBO’s Vinyl (co-created by Martin Scorsese and Mick Jagger). He is also starring in the semi-autobiographical series Dice on Showtime. The man can act. And, according to the Post‘s Geoff Edgers, the real Andrew Dice Clay (born Andrew Clay Silverstein) is nowhere near as bad as his onstage persona.

And how bad it was. My first introduction to Clay was on one of those HBO specials hosted by Rodney Dangerfield. Even by 1987 standards, it’s out there. The way his character talks about women and foreigners, it’s as if Clay intends you to be uncomfortable. (Could you imagine students’ reactions if he performed the same set on a college campus today? And where are the Japanese coming from? What is that? Didn’t we drop two bombs on them a couple years ago? What was in those bombs? Fertilizer?)