paroles de chanson Brown Shoes Don't Make It (Live) - Frank Zappa

One, two, one, two, three

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 okay but 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

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

Well, 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 that girl 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, she turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And boogie 'til the cows come home

Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the Gurney's 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

Thank you, and goodnight