paroles de chanson Bobby Brown Goes Down - Frank Zappa

A real hologram!
I mean not real, but almost a real hologram

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

Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp, I'm actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
I'll let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her

Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a good (Glove) job 'n' be real rich
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good)

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie

She made a little speech then
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked 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 sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady, I don't know which
(I wonder, wonder, heigh-hosilver!)

So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure mask
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
And none of the jocks even think about Tonto

Eventually me 'n' a friend
Sorta drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
Long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the American Dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
And I'll do anything to get ahead
Heigh-ho silver!

Oh God, oh God, I'm so fan- (Heigh-ho silver!)
And my name is Bobby Brown
And my name is Bobby Brown
Heigh-ho silver! Wait!
And my name is Bobby Brown
Heigh-ho silver!

Oh never mind, the name of this song is "Keep it Greasy"