Oh, he's got a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He looks good to me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frame
How long have you been around
Mister when did you hit this big town
I wanna scream 'cos I've never seen
Such a fine brown frame
All that I have is a broken down chair
But I would gladly make him king on my throne
Don't be a square, why don't you come over here
Together we would really be gold
Woh-ooh! he's got a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He is solid with me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frame
Be be be be beep
He's got such a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He looks good to me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frame
How long have you been around
Mister when did you hit this big town
I wanna scream, aahhhh, 'cos I've never seen
Such a fine brown frame
All that I have is a broken down chair
But I would gladly make him king on my throne
Don't be a square, why don't you come over here
Together we would really be gone
Ooohh, he's such a fine brown frame
Honey won't you tell me your name
He is solid with me and all I can see
Is his fine brown frame
Now Robert Taylor, Robert Young, Ameche and Gable
Are all as fine as mountain sable
You may not be cla**ed with the elite
And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all reet
Oh-woh-woh-woh baby you, you look like Hercules done up in bronze
And I know I'm a clown whenever you're around
Because I'm crazy 'bout, mad about, wild about
Your fine brown frame