Bobby Brown Songtext
von Frank Zappa
Bobby Brown Songtext
Hey there, people, I′m Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth are shiney
I tell all the girls, they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I′m dressin' sharp and I'm actin′ cool
I got a cheerleader here, wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work and 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 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 job
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 son of a bitch
Am I a boy or a lady, I don't know which
I wonder what now
I wonder what now
So I went out and bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I′m still kinda cute
Got a job, doin′ radio promo
And none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually, me and 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 ′til it makes me scream
And I'll do anything to get a head
I lay awake nights sayin′, "Thank 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, because the name of this song is "Conehead"
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth are shiney
I tell all the girls, they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I′m dressin' sharp and I'm actin′ cool
I got a cheerleader here, wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work and 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 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 job
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 son of a bitch
Am I a boy or a lady, I don't know which
I wonder what now
I wonder what now
So I went out and bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I′m still kinda cute
Got a job, doin′ radio promo
And none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually, me and 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 ′til it makes me scream
And I'll do anything to get a head
I lay awake nights sayin′, "Thank 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, because the name of this song is "Conehead"
Writer(s): Frank Zappa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com