Bobby Brown

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

Here I am at a famous school

I'm dressin' sharp 'n' 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 son of a bitch

I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich

(Get a good

Get a good

Get a good

Get a good job)

Women's Liberation

Came creepin' across the nation

I tell you people I was not ready

When I f**** this d**e by the name of Freddie

She made a little speech then,

Aw, she tried to make me say "when"

She had my b**** in a vice, but she left the d***

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 son of a bitch

Am I a boy or a lady, I don't know which

(I wonder wonder

Wonder wonder)

So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit

I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute

Got a job doin' radio promo

An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo

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 b*** till it makes me scream

An' I'll do anything to get ahead

I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred!"

Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic!

Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic

And my name is Bobby Brown

Watch me now, I'm goin down,

And my name is Bobby Brown

Watch me now, I'm goin down, etc.