Brown shoes don′t make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don′t make it
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're okay, he's too weird
He′s a bummer every summer
For a world that doesn't care
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer in a desk by a naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office
Hey, that does it, by golly
Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty
She′s a dirty young mind, corrupted
Well she's thirteen today
And I hear she gets loaded
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?
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
I′d like to make her do a nasty
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And boogie 'til the cows come home