Frank Zappa Song Lyrics
Brown Shoes Dont Make It
Brown shoes dont make it
Brown shoes dont make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes dont make it
Tv dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
Youre okay, hes too weird
Be a plumber
Hes a bummer
Hes a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesnt care
Thats 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
Lifes 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
Hratche-plche, hratche-plche
Hratche-plche...
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 wifes 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...
Gimme them cakes now, uh!
If I do, Im 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
Shes nasty, shes nasty
She digs it in bed
Thats right
Do it again, ha
And do it some more
Hey, that does it, by golly
And shes nasty for sure-
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