Brown Shoes Don't Make It Lyrics - Singles - The Mothers Of Invention

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 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 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