Bobby Brown (Frank Zappa)

Hey there people I'm Bobby Brown,
They say I'm the cutest boy in town,
My car is fast my teeth is shiny
I tell all the girls they can kiss my hiney.

Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressing sharp and I'm actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here
Want's to help me with my paper
Let her do all the work
And maybe later I'll rap her

Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome son of a bitch
I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich
Get a good get a good get a good get a good.

Womans liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell you people I was not ready
When I fucked this Dyke by the name of Freddy.

She made a little speach then
As she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vise
But she left the dick I guess it's still hocked on
But now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the American dream

But now i Smell like vaseline
And I'm a miserable son of a bitch
I'm a boy or a lady I don't know which
I wonder wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder.

So I went out and bought me a lesure suit
I jingle my change but i`m still kind a cute
Got a job doin' radio promo,
And none of the Jock's can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me and a friend
Sorta drifted along in to S. and M.
I can take about an hour on the tover of power
As long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up but still it makes me scream
An I do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin' "`Tank you Fred"'.
Oh God oh God I'm so fantastic
Thanks to Freddie I'm a sexual spastic
And my Name is Bobby Brown.

Watch me now I'm goin' down
And my name is Bobby Brown.
Watch me now I'm goin' down.
And my name is Bobby Brown.

Watch me now - I'm goin` down.

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