Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Tiny heinie ho!
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp
I'm actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a new glove 'n' be real rich
Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job...
Women's Liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, 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
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady...I don't know which
I wonder...wonder...Hi-ho Silver!...
So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure mask
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks even think about tonso
Eventually me 'n' a friend
Sorta drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'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
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
"Hi-ho Silver!"
Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic!
"Hi-ho Silver!"
And my name is Bobby Brown
And my name is Bobby Brown
"Hi-ho Silver!"
Way!
And my name is Bobby Brown
"Hi-ho Silver!"

Well, yeah, well,

Oh yeah,
She was a fine girl
She could get down wit de get down
All de way down
She do yer laundry
She change a tire
Chop a little wood for de fire
Poke it around ... if it died down

Oh yeah,
She was a fine girl
She go up in the mornin'
She go down in the evenin'... all de way down
She do the dishes
If you wishes
Silverware too
Make it look brand new... when she get through

Oh yeah,
She was a fine girl
Outa this world

Well, yeah, well, yeah, well, yeah, well,

Oh yeah,
She was a fine girl
She could get down wit de get down
All de way down
She do your laundry
She change a tire
Chop a little wood for de fire
Poke it around ... if it died rlown

Oh yeah
She was a fine girl
With a lovely smile
With a bucket on her head
Fulla water from de well
She could run a mile

Oh yeah
She wouldn't spill a drop
It'd stay on top
Her head was kinda flat
But her hair covered that

She was a fine girl
Didn't need no school
She was built like a mule
With a thong sandal
Well, wasn't no kinda job she could not handle
She could get down ... wit de get down
All de way down

We need some more like dat, in dis kinda town
We need some more like dat, in dis kinda town

This girl is easy meat
I seen her on the street
See-thru blouse an' a tiny little dress
Her manner indiscreet...
I knew she was

Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat

She wanna take me home
Make me sweat and moan
Rub my head and beat me off
With a copy of Ratlin'Stone

Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat

I told her I was late
I had another date
I can't get off on the Rollin'Stone,
But the robots think it's great...
I knew she was

Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy,
Easy, easy
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
Easy

Aw the girl's so easy!
Easy
Saw her tiny titties
Through her see-thru blouse
I just had to take the girl to my house
Easy
Meat

Baby baby why you cryin'
Feeling sorry what she said
Put down that rag, I told her then
Don't wanna hear you cry again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
You know she went to see the doctor
And then she read a magazine
Forget that book, 1 told her then
Don't wanna hear about the book again
Dear heart. dear heart
Work out, Vinnie
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
I thought you were in love, Vinnie
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
There was a picture on the story
That showed a young sophisticator
Who falls in love three pages later
With some aggressive agitator
And by and by he comes to hate her
'Cause she don't shave her underarms
And he can't go for that
'Cause he's a young sophisticator
Baby baby why you cryin'
It made me wonder what she said
Forget that book I told her then
Don't want to hear 'bout the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
How you doin, Vinnie?
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Would you still love me if my hair grew
All down the side of my kimono
Well of course I would, it might be hip
If it did not cause you to trip
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a bad aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a cheap aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radia-iaate, or radia-ia-ia-iate
Butzis aroma
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Love of my life, love of my life

Love of my life, I love you so
Love of my life, don't ever go
I love you only
Love, love of my life

Stars in the sky
They never lie
Tell me you need me
Don't say good-bye
I love you only
Love, love of my life

Stars in the sky
They never lie
Tell me you need me
Don't say good-bye
I love you darling
I love you only
Don't ever leave me
Don't make me lonely

Love of my life
I love you so
Love of my life
Don't ever go
I love you only
Love, love of my life
Love of my life
Love of my life
Love of my life
Love of my life
Love of my...

Ain't got no heart
I ain't got no heart to give away
I sit and laugh at fools in love
There ain't no such thing as love
No angels singing up above today
Girl I don't believe
Girl I don't believe in what you say
You say your heart is only mine
I say to you, you must be blind
What makes you think that you're so fine
That I would throw away
The groovy life 1 lead
'Cause baby, what you've got, yeah
It sure ain't what I need
Girl you'd better go
Girl you'd better go away
I think that life with you would1 be
Just not quite the thing for me
-Why hritsotau þ see my-way-
Why should I be stuck with you
It's just not what I want to do
Why should an embrace or two
Make me such a part of you
I ain't got no heart to give away
Away
No no no no no no no
Ain't got no heart
Ain't got no heart
I ain't got no heart to give away

FZ: "Hello there, welcome to the show. No, we are not going
to play 'Cheepnis'- that's right-but we are collecting underpants,
and we are collecting brassieres, we are collecting small articles
of feminine underclothing. We are making a quilt... really-trust me.
So here's the deal, if you're a girl and you're wearing a dress,
whip'em off, that's it, see? No problem. Even with a pin... what
does it say? 'Nobody's perfect.' I guess so... What we got here?
Oh. Now let's see what's on the inside. Uh huh, trainer coos.
Okay. S'more s'more ... Underpants, brassieres, just send 'em up,
no problem. Oh, you'll warm up to it. If you're wearing pants and
you have bikinis on underneath your pants, rip the edges and
pull 'em out; if you're wearing those big old ugly cotton jobs go to
the toilet and take 'em off, okay? So far, ladies and gentlemen,
the response from this particular community has not been especially
gratifying. Perhaps you're a little bit too intellectual here. Here's
something ... tasteful, very tasteful... You'll get into it. Oh, some
more-look-it's almost like going to a, well, never mind. Heh, heh, heh.
I just want to remind you that you are in direct competition with Chicago,
which so far has produced the highest yield of female underclothes
of any place in the United States. Oh, here's one, thank you very much.
Chicago, if you'll recall, was the town in which we received the very
famous Voodoo Butter Underpants... heh heh ... the pants that nearly
broke Tommy Mars' neck. As soon as he took a whiff of those, his head
went back this far, and he was heard to mutter 'Jeezus.' So, we don't
care what kind of condition they're in. What've we got there? 'Twat
Book,'okay. Uh huh, very good-Zeets, whadduya think? He already
has that one ... no problem, though. Well, tonight you're gonna be
entertained by; Ike Willis on guitar and vocals; Tommy Mars on
keyboards and 'Jeezus. 'You're also going to be entertaining „ yourselves
a little bit, but don't worry about it. Steve Vai on guitar, vocals, and light
blue hair." IKE: "Another contestant over there." FZ: "Oh. some more?
Okay. Vinnie Colaiuta on booklet. Now what does this say? 'My hat from
the ... how about wearing my hat... wearing... How about this, this is
a college community right? 'How about wearing, w-e-r-e-i-n-g never mind.
Arthur Barrow on bass; Bob Harris on keyboards, high vocal trumpet and
vegetables; and, ladies and gentlemen, the world famous Ray White on
guitar and vocals. Okay, you ready? One, two, three, four..."

Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Like I want you to
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Girl... Girl... Girl...
I love you so hard now, I'm cryin' for you
Don't make me lose my pride
I want to come inside
And grab ahold of you, thank you
Grab ahold of you
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Like I want you to
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Girl... Girl... Girl...
I want to feel it, give me your love now
Don't make me steal it, don't make me steal it
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Like I want you to
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Girl. .. Girl.. . Girl...
I love you so hard now,
I'm cryin' for you
Burnin'with fire,
I gotta hot desire
'Cause I gotta make love with you
'Cause I gotta make love with you
I gotta make love with you
'Cause I gotta make love with you
Tell me you love me, like I want you to
Tell me you love me, like I want you to
Tell me you love me, like I want you to

FZ: "One of the things that I like best about playing in New York is this
particular place, because it has-it has a stage that is conducive to, how
you say in the trade, audience participation. Now if there's one thing
that I really like, it's, uh, audience participation. Now listen... I gotta
figure out something that I can, uh-do you think we should have another
dance contest tonight? Oh, bey-the injured person dance contest. Well,
let's see ... Awright, I'll tell you what we're going to do. Here's a, here's
a guy who really wants to be in the dance contest aw-reety, aw-righty,
hey. Okay.. "
BUTCH: "You are great, man-you are great. You are the best, baby.
Do 'Dinah-Moe Humm'
FZ: "All right, now wait a minute-what's your name? Hey, hey-what's
your name?"
BUTCH: "Butch."
FZ: "Awright, the dynamic Butch. Here's a girl who wants to dance with
Butch. What's your name?"
LENA: "Lena."
FZ: "What?"
LENA: "Lena."
FZ: "Lena, meet Butch. Okay, Lena and Butch, couple number one. Hell,
heh. Okay, let's see-that guy there, with his... that-that one there with the
teeshirt on-no, no, the other one-this one-no, no-no no no, wait a minute,
wait.. . well, you're-actually, you're very nice, though. Would you like to
come up here?... Okay, but d'you think you can behave yourself?... Okay,
what's your name?"
GUY: "Tom, man.(mumble, mumble} you, baby, I (mumble, mumble) (gurgle)
you (mumble, mmf, etc.) "
GUY: "Arrgh, mmmf, glurg, etc."
FZ: "Awright, now wait a minute. Awright, awright, now wait..."
GUY: "(mumble, mmf.) Ugliness! Ugliness!"
OTHER GUY: "Frank, you're my buddy! Amh. mmf'.'
FZ: "Awright, now wait a minute, wait a minute. I have an important message
to deliver to all the cute people all over the world. If you're out there and you're
not cute, maybe you're beautiful, I just want to tell you somethin'-there's more
of us ugly mother-fuckers than you are, hey-y, so watch out. Now..."
GUY: (BUTCH?): "Will you bring my girlfriend on stage, maybe?"
FZ: "Sure. All right, now you-he wants to get his girlfriend-go get your girlfriend."
GIRL: "Hey Zap!"
FZ: "Good to see you again."
GIRL: "Squeak!"
FZ: "I know."
GUY: "I ain't no fucking queer."
FZ: "All right, now look, here's what we're going to do. Awright. Now. This-it'll
be mashed, I'll save them, I'll save them for later."
GUY: "I'm not a fucking queer."
FZ: "This man is trying desperately to let everybody know that he is not a queer.
He's not queer, he's not queer. Awright, and now. .. You are going to dance, like
you've never danced before ..."

Your Ethos
Your Pathos
Your Porthos
Your Aramis
Your Brut Cologne
You're writing home
You are hopeless
Your hopelessness
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the day time
Hey buddy, you need a hobby
You are tired of moving forward
You think of the future
And secretly you piddle your pants
The puddle of piddle
Which used to be little
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the night time
Well, you travel to bars
You also go to Winchell's Doughnuts
And hang out with the Highway Patrol
Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place
You go toSharkey's to get that
American kind of pizza
That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow kind
Of yellow Cheese on the top...
Then you go to Straw Hat Pizza,
To get all of those artificial ingredients
That never belonged on a pizza in the first place
(But the white people really like it...)
Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything
Oh you'll give me your underpants
I hope these aren't yours, buddy...
They're very nice, though
You'll go to Santa Monica Boulevard,
You'll go to the Blue Parrot
No problem, you'll go anyplace
You'll do anything
Just so you can hang out with the others
The others just like you
Afraid of the future
(Death Valley Days, straight ahead)
The future is scary
Yes, it sure is
Well, the puddle is rising
It smells like the ocean
A body of water to isolate England
And also Reseda
The oil, in patches
All over Atlantis, Atlantis
You remember Atlantis
Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat,
Used to sing to you about Atlantis
You loved it, you were so involved then
That was back in the days when you used to
Smoke a banana
You would scrape the stuff off the middle
You would smoke it
You even thought you was getting ripped from it
No problem
Ah Atlantis, they could really get down there
The plankton, the krill
The giant underwater pyramid, the squid decor
Excuse me. Todd
The big ol' giant underwater door
The dome, the bubbles, the blue light
Light, light, light, light
Blue light blue light
The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins
Your ethos, your pathos
Your flag hole, your port-hole
Your language
You're frightened
Your future
You can't even speak your own fucking language
You can't read it anymore
You can't write it anymore
Your language
The future of your language
Your meat loaf
Don't let your meat loaf
Heh, Heh, Heh
Your Micro-Nanette
Your Brut
Cologne