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
Not 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 boy, old plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
That's right
Smiling every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
Be a jerk, gotta wait
Do your job and do it right
Like small TV tonight
Do you love it, do you hate it
There it is, the way you made it
Why
A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men
Who make your loss
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer, in a desk
By a door
On a high chair
On a rug
Where they walk
And you
Pass the girls
In the office
We see
In the back
Of the city
Of mine
The dream
Of a girl
About thirteen
Off with her clothes
And into a bed
Where she tickles his fancy
All night long
We know
His wife's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed
Is teenage queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Give me the cakes now
If I do, I'm gonna lose my
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 master, she's master
She digs it in bed
That's right
Do it again
And do it some more
And that does it by golly
And she's nasty for sure
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Only 13
And she knows how to nasty
She's a dirty young mind
With a rap to throw in
She's 13 too late
And I heard she gets lowly
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
Scrub my daughter in chocolate syrup
And slap her on again
Oh, baby
Scrub that girl in chocolate syrup
And slap her on again
She's my teenage baby
She turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty
All the work on stone
Scrub my daughter in chocolate syrup
And work it till the girls come home
Time to go home
Matches on the phone
Gotta meet the Gurneys
And a dozen gray attorneys
TV dinner by the pool
I'm so glad I'm in his school
Life is so hard






Oh, come on, I'm
On the World Front
Autíssimo
Ho
Oh, my God.