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, Fm7add5 Fm7add5 In a drawer, in a desk, Cbmaj7 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! / 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