Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)

Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)

Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)

Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)

Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)

Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)

Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)

Peter wolf (keyboards)

Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)

Ed mann (percussion)

Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)

Vinnie colaiuta (drums)



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, 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

That's right

Smile at every ugly

Shine on your shoes and cut your hair



Be a jerk - go to work

Be a jerk - go to work

Be a jerk - go to work

Be a jerk - 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



Hratche-plche, hratche-plche

Hratche-plche...



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 teen-age queen

Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene

Baby baby...

Baby baby...



Gimme them cakes now, uh!

If i do, i'm gonna lose my...



And he loves it, he loves it

It curls up his toes

She wipes 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

That's right



Do it again, ha

And do it some more

Hey, that does it, by golly

And she'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

Well she's thirteen today

And i hear she gets loaded

If she were my daughter, i'd...

What would you do, frankie?

Well, if she were my daughter, i'd...

What would you do, frankie?

If she were my daughter, i'd...

What would you do, frankie?

Check this out

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 teen-age 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 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


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