Brown Shoes Don't Make It - Frank Zappa/The Mothers of Invention

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 OK he's too weird

Be a plumber He's a bummer

He's a bummer every summer

Be a loyal plastic robot

For a world that doesn't care

Smile at every ugly

Shine on your shoes and cut your hair

Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and go to work

Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and 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 WOOOooow

A world of secret hungers

Perverting the men who make your laws

Every desire is hidden away

In drawer in a desk

By a Naughahyde chair

On a rug where they walk and drool

Past the girls in the office

You 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 wife's attending an orchid show

She squealed for a week to get him to go

But back in the bed his teenage Queen

Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene

Baby Baby Baby Baby

And he loves it He loves it It curls up his toes

She bites 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

Do it again and do it some more

That does it by golly it'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 Daddy

If she were my daughter I'd

What would you do Daddy

If she were my daughter I'd

What would you do Daddy

Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup

And strap her on again Oh baby

Smother that girl in chocolate syrup

And strap her on again

She's a Teenage Baby and she turns me on

I'd like to make Her do a nasty

On the White House Lawn

Going to smother that daughter in chocolate syrup

And boogie till the cows come home

Time to go home Madge is on the phone

Gotta meet the Guerneys 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