The Mothers Of Invention - Brown Shoes Don't Make It lyrics

rate me

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