Brown Shoes Don't Make It (Zappa) - 7:30

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

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

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 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
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 my Teenage Baby and she turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty on the
White House lawn
Gonna smother my daughter in chocolate
And boogie till 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!