FRANK ZAPPA - Brown Shoes Don't Make It lyrics

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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)<br>Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)<br>Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)<br>Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)<br>Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)<br>Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)<br>Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)<br>Peter wolf (keyboards)<br>Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)<br>Ed mann (percussion)<br>Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)<br>Vinnie colaiuta (drums)<br><br>Brown shoes don't make it<br>Brown shoes don't make it<br>Quit school, why fake it<br>Brown shoes don't make it<br>Tv dinner by the pool<br>Watch your brother grow a beard<br>Got another year of school<br>You're okay, he's too weird<br>Be a plumber<br>He's a bummer<br>He's a bummer every summer<br>Be a loyal plastic robot<br>For a world that doesn't care<br>That's right<br>Smile at every ugly<br>Shine on your shoes and cut your hair<br><br>Be a jerk - go to work<br>Be a jerk - go to work<br>Be a jerk - go to work<br>Be a jerk - go to work<br>Do your job, and do it right<br>Life's a ball<br>Tv tonight<br>Do you love it<br>Do you hate it<br>There it is<br>The way you made it<br><br>A world of secret hungers<br>Perverting the men who make your laws<br>Every desire is hidden away<br>In a drawer in a desk by a naugahyde chair<br>On a rug where they walk and drool<br>Past the girls in the office<br><br>Hratche-plche, hratche-plche<br>Hratche-plche...<br><br>We see in the back<br>Of the city hall mind<br>The dream of a girl about thirteen<br>Off with her clothes and into a bed<br>Where she tickles his fancy<br>All night long<br><br>His wife's attending an orchid show<br>She squealed for a week to get him to go<br>But back in the bed his teen-age queen<br>Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene<br>Baby baby...<br>Baby baby...<br><br>Gimme them cakes now, uh!<br>If I do, I'm gonna lose my...<br><br>And he loves it, he loves it<br>It curls up his toes<br>She wipes his fat neck<br>And it lights up his nose<br>But he cannot be fooled<br>Old city hall fred<br>She's nasty, she's nasty<br>She digs it in bed<br>That's right<br><br>Do it again, ha<br>And do it some more<br>Hey, that does it, by golly<br>And she's nasty for sure<br>Nasty nasty nasty<br>Nasty nasty nasty<br>Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty<br>She's a dirty young mind, corrupted<br>Corroded<br>Well she's thirteen today<br>And I hear she gets loaded<br>If she were my daughter, i'd...<br>What would you do, frankie? <br>Well, if she were my daughter, i'd...<br>What would you do, frankie? <br>If she were my daughter, i'd...<br>What would you do, frankie? <br>Check this out<br>Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup<br>And strap her on again, oh baby<br>Smother that girl in chocolate syrup<br>And strap her on again<br>She's my teen-age baby<br>She turns me on<br>I'd like to make her do a nasty<br>On the white house lawn<br>Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup<br>And boogie 'til the cows come home<br><br>Time to go home<br>Madge is on the phone<br>Gotta meet the gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys<br>Tv dinner by the pool<br>I'm so glad I finished school<br>Life is such a ball<br>I run the world from city hall