Fine Brown Frame Lyrics - Lou Rawls - Lou Rawls

Fine Brown Frame 

Fine Brown Frame Lou Rawls 

(Guadalupe Cartiero / J. Mayo Williams) 

Buddy Johnson & His Orch. (vocal: Etta Johnson) - 1946 

Nellie Lutcher & Her Rhythm - 1948 

Ruth Brown - 1958 

Lou Rawls with Dianne Reeves - 1989 

The Blues Band - 1993 

Johnny Nocturne Band with Kim Nalley - 1999 

Phil Mason's All Stars (vocal: Christine Tyrell) - 2000 

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 

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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 gone 

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 

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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 classed 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