Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brown Shoes Don't Make It , by - Frank Zappa. Release date: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Brown Shoes Don't Make It |
| Brown shoes don’t make it Brown Shoes don’t make it Quit school, why fake it Brown shoes don’t make it TV dinner by the pool |
| Watch your brother grow a beard |
| Got another year of school |
| You’re okay, he’s too weird |
| Be a plummer |
| He’s a bummer |
| He’s a bummer every summer |
| Be a loyal plastic robot |
| For a world that doesn’t care |
| That’s right |
| Smile at every ugly |
| Shine on your shoes and cut your hair |
| Be a jerk-go to work |
| Be a jerk-go to work |
| Be a jerk-go to work |
| Be a jerk-go to work |
| Do your job, and do it right |
| Life’s a ball |
| TV tonight |
| Do you love it Do you hate it There it is The way you made it A world of secret hungers |
| Perverting the men who make your laws |
| Every desire is hidden away |
| In a drawer in a desk by a Naugahyde chair |
| On a rug where they walk and drool |
| Past the girls in the office |
| We see in the back |
| Of the City Hall mind |
| The dream of a girl about thirteen |
| Off with her clothes and into a bed |
| Where she tickles his fancy |
| All night long |
| His wile’s attending an orchid show |
| She squealed for a week to get him to go But back in the bed his teen-age queen |
| Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene |
| Baby, baby.. |
| Baby, baby.. . |
| Cimmie then cakes, uh! |
| If I do I’m gonna lose my… |
| And he loves it, he loves it It curls up his toes |
| She wipes his fat neck |
| And it lights up his nose |
| But he cannot be fooled |
| Old City Hall Fred |
| She’s nasty, she’s nasty |
| She digs it in bed |
| That’s right |
| Do it again, ha And do it some more |
| Hey, that does it, by golly |
| And she’s nasty for sure |
| Nasty nasty nasty |
| Nasty nasty nasty |
| Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty |
| She’s a dirty young mind, corrupted |
| Corroded |
| Well she’s thirteen today |
| And I hear she gets loaded |
| If she were my daughter, I’d… |
| What would you do, Frankie? |
| If she were my daughter, I’d … |
| What would you do, Frankie? |
| Check this out |
| Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup |
| And strap her on again, oh baby |
| Smother that girl in chocolate syrup |
| And strap her on again, oh baby |
| She’s my teen-age baby |
| She turns me on |
| I’d like to make her do a nasty |
| On the White House lawn |
| Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup |
| And boogie 'till the cows come home |
| Time to go home |
| Madge is on the phone |
| Got to meet the Gurney’s and a dozen gray attorneys |
| TV dinner by the pool |
| I’m so glad I finished school |
| Life is such a ball |
| I run the world from City Hall |