Karaoké Bobby Brown (Goes Down) Frank Zappa

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 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

An' I'm a handsome son of a bitch

I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich

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 vise 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

An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch

Am I a boy or a lady

I don't know which

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

As 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

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, I'm goin' down