Frank Zappa -- Bobby Brown

Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
they say I'm the cutest boy in town
my car is fast, my teeth is shiny
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heiny
here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp 'n I'm Actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
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
an' I'm a handsome son of a bitch
I'm gonna get a good job 'n 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 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
an' I'm a miserable son of a bitch
am I a boy or a lady . . . I don't know which
I wonder, wonder
wonder wonder

So I went out 'n bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
got a job doin' radio promo
an' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
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
an' 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