| Oh, he’s got a fine brown frame
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| I wonder what could be his name
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| He looks good to me, and all I can see
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| Is his fine brown frame
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| How long have you been around
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| Mister when did you hit this big town
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| I wanna scream 'cos I’ve never seen
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| Such a fine brown frame
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| All that I have is a broken down chair
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| But I would gladly make him king on my throne
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| Don’t be a square, why don’t you come over here
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| Together we would really be gold
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| Woh-ooh! |
| he’s got a fine brown frame
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| I wonder what could be his name
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| He is solid with me, and all I can see
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| Is his fine brown frame
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| Be be be be beep
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| He’s got such a fine brown frame
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| I wonder what could be his name
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| He looks good to me, and all I can see
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| Is his fine brown frame
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| How long have you been around
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| Mister when did you hit this big town
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| I wanna scream, aahhhh, 'cos I’ve never seen
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| Such a fine brown frame
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| All that I have is a broken down chair
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| But I would gladly make him king on my throne
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| Don’t be a square, why don’t you come over here
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| Together we would really be gone
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| Ooohh, he’s such a fine brown frame
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| Honey won’t you tell me your name
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| He is solid with me and all I can see
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| Is his fine brown frame
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| Now Robert Taylor, Robert Young, Ameche and Gable
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| Are all as fine as mountain sable
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| You may not be classed with the elite
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| And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all reet
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| Oh-woh-woh-woh baby you, you look like Hercules done up in bronze
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| And I know I’m a clown whenever you’re around
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| Because I’m crazy 'bout, mad about, wild about
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| Your fine brown frame |