Frank Zappa - Brown Shoes Don't Make It lyrics

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