Brown Shoes Dont Make It Lyrics by Frank Zappa

Brown Shoes Dont Make It Lyrics

    Ray collins (vocals)
    Jimmy carl black (drums)
    Billy mundi (drums)
    Roy estrada (bass)
    Don preston (keyboards)
    Bunk gardner (woodwinds)
    Motorhead sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone)
    Unknown (violin, viola, cello, trumpet, contrabass clarinet)

    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 cynical 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

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