Brown Shoes Don't Make It Lyrics - Understanding America - Frank Zappa

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) 

Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) 

Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals) 

Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals) 

Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) 

Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) 

Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) 

Peter wolf (keyboards) 

Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals) 

Ed mann (percussion) 

Arthur barrow (bass, vocals) 

Vinnie colaiuta (drums) 

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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 

That's right 

Smile at every ugly 

Shine on your shoes and cut your hair 

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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 

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 long 

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 and rolling and acting obscene 

Baby baby... 

Baby baby... 

Gimme them cakes now, 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, frankie? 

Well, if she were my daughter, i'd... 

What would you do, frankie? 

If she were my daughter, i'd... 

What would you do, frankie? 

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 

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 'til the cows come home 

Time to go home 

Madge is on the phone 

Gotta meet the gurneys 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