Zappa, Frank - Brown Shoes Don't Make It Lyrics






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 okay, he's too weird
Be a plummer
He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
That's 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
Life's 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

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 wile's 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...
Cimmie then cakes, uh!
If I do I'm 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
She's nasty, she's nasty
She digs it in bed
That's right

Do it again, ha
And do it some more
Hey, that does it, by golly
And she'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?

Check this out
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
She's my teen-age baby
She turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty
On the White House lawn
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And boogie 'till the cows come home

Time to go home
Madge is on the phone
Got to meet the Gurney's 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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Zappa, Frank Brown Shoes Don't Make It Comments
  1. B.... H....

    Could be Trump's favorite song!

  2. B.... H....

    Teen-aged chuckles revisited.

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    "A Musical masterpiece compressed in 8 minutes"

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    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 okay--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 & cut your hair

    Be a joik
    And go t' woik
    Be a joik
    And go t' woik
    Be a joik
    And go t' woik
    Be a joik
    And go t' woik
    Do your job & 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...
    YARRRRRRRRRRRGH-H-H!

    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
    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 lonnnnnnnnng

    His wife's 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 & rolling & acting obscene
    Baby baby
    Hratche-plche
    Hratche-plche
    Baby baby
    Hratche-plche
    Hratche-plche

    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
    P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
    P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
    P-bum

    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 teen-age baby and she turns me on
    I'd like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn
    Gonna smother that girl in chocolate syrup -
    And boogie till the cows come home

    Time to go home - Madge is on the phone
    Gotta meet the Gurney's
    And a dozen grey 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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    Hey Comrade Russian(I do not understand ANY Russian, my apologies),
    Thanks for the lyrics---way cool!

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    Trump and Putin - fine bedfellows! If they ever have a slumber party, guess which one will be the top.

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    @Sam R So right you are! In Helsinki, after Tramp and Put-in's secret conference, Tramp looked like he just pulled his pants up after getting boinked! And Put-in was laughing his ass off. A bank teller asked me what I thought of Tramp in 2017; I told her "I think he is a Russian Traitor." I'm more sure of that now than back in 2017.

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    Go to hell Epstein, and all your friends too.

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    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..
    Wow!!!

  7. E.... H....

    "Boy, what an imagination!"

  8. D.... V....

    one of my favorite UNDER 1min MOTHERS "hits" that takes OVER 7min!!!!!!!