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 hiney
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressing sharp and I'm acting 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 creeping all across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddy
She made a little speach then
Uuh, 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
I'm a miserable son of a bitch
Am I a boy or a lady, I don't know which
(I wonder, wonder, I wonder, wonder)
So I went out and bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doing radio promo
And none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me and a friend
Sort of 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 saying "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 going down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm going down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now I'm going down
Writer(s): Frank Zappa
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