| Song | Brown Shoes Don't Make It |
| Artist | Frank Zappa |
| Album | Tinsel Town Rebellion [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Zappa | |
| 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 | |
| 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, wow | |
| A world of secret hungers | |
| Perverting the men who make your laws | |
| Every desire is hidden away | |
| In drawer, in a desk | |
| By a Naughahyde chair | |
| On a rug where they walk and drool | |
| Past the girls in the office | |
| You 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 | |
| Baby! Baby! | |
| Baby! Baby! | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 a Teenage Baby and she turns me on | |
| I'd like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn | |
| Going to smother that daughter in chocolate syrup | |
| And boogie till the cows come home | |
| Time to go home, Madge is on the phone | |
| Gotta meet the Guerneys and a dozen gray 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 |
| zuo ci : Zappa | |
| 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 | |
| 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, wow | |
| A world of secret hungers | |
| Perverting the men who make your laws | |
| Every desire is hidden away | |
| In drawer, in a desk | |
| By a Naughahyde chair | |
| On a rug where they walk and drool | |
| Past the girls in the office | |
| You 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 | |
| Baby! Baby! | |
| Baby! Baby! | |
| 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 | |
| Nastynastynasty, nastynastynasty | |
| 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, 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 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 a Teenage Baby and she turns me on | |
| I' d like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn | |
| Going to smother that daughter in chocolate syrup | |
| And boogie till the cows come home | |
| Time to go home, Madge is on the phone | |
| Gotta meet the Guerneys and a dozen gray 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 |
| zuò cí : Zappa | |
| 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 | |
| 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, wow | |
| A world of secret hungers | |
| Perverting the men who make your laws | |
| Every desire is hidden away | |
| In drawer, in a desk | |
| By a Naughahyde chair | |
| On a rug where they walk and drool | |
| Past the girls in the office | |
| You 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 | |
| Baby! Baby! | |
| Baby! Baby! | |
| 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 | |
| Nastynastynasty, nastynastynasty | |
| 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, 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 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 a Teenage Baby and she turns me on | |
| I' d like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn | |
| Going to smother that daughter in chocolate syrup | |
| And boogie till the cows come home | |
| Time to go home, Madge is on the phone | |
| Gotta meet the Guerneys and a dozen gray 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 |