Brown Shoes Don't Make It
As played on Absolutely Free
By Frank Zappa
Chart by Paul Wilson
In the first Verse the chords change on the 2 and the 4.
Time 4/4 untill I say it changes
Intro:
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 OK, he's too weird
Be a plumber He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loy-al plas-tic ro-bot
For a world that does-n't care
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
Intro:
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 (WOOOooow)
[Changes to a moderate waltz, 3/4 time sig]
A world of secret hungers,
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away,
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In a drawer, in a desk,
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By a Nau-ga-hyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office
The 12 piece string ensemble plays here, I couldn't make out any chords and the
Frank Zappa Songbook has none for this part either.
[back to 4/4 time sig]
N.
(throte clearing sounds)
N.
You see in the back, of the cynical mind
N.
The dream of a girl about thirteen
N.
Off with her clothes and into a bed,
N.
Where she tickles his fancy all night long
(all 8ths)
N.
His wife's attending an orchid show
(can do the above but a screaming sound is played here)
She squealed for a week to get him to go
N.
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!
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Do it a-gain, and do it some more!
(sus )
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. Cor-rupt-ed, cor-rod-ed
Well she's thir-teen to-day, And I hear she gets load-ed
(This part is random keyboard and guitar sounds)
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 ba-by!
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 daugh-ter in chocolate syrup,
And boogie till the cows come home!
N.C
Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
N.C
Gotta meet the Gurneys And a dozen gray attorneys
N.C
TV dinner by the pool I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball
I run the world from Ci-ty Hall