Brown shoes don't make it - Tema de la semana

  Hoy les acerco una obra maestra de Frank Zappa. Brown shoes don't make it es publicado en Absolutely free, y es una especie de collage de melodías y composiciones raras quejuntas conforman un verdadero viaje, una música inimaginable. Esúchenla, háganme el favor.

Brown shoes don't make it

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 okay--he's too weird 
Be a plumber 
He's a bummer 
He's a bummer 
Every summer 
Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that doesn't care... 
Smile at every ugly 
Shine on your shoes & cut your hair 

Be a joik 
And go t' woik 
Be a joik 
And go t' woik 
Be a joik 
And go t' woik 
Be a joik 
And go t' woik 
Do your job & 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... 
YARRRRRRRRRRRGH-H-H! 

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 

Hratche-plche 
Hratche-plche 
Hratche-plche 
Hratche-plche 

We see in the back of the City Hall mind 
The dream of a girl about thirteen 
Off with her clothes and into a bed 
Where she tickles his fancy all night lonnnnnnnnng 

His wife's attending an orchid show 
She squealed for a week to get him to go 
But back in the bed, his teen-age queen 
Is rocking & rolling & acting obscene 
Baby baby 
Hratche-plche 
Hratche-plche 
Baby baby 
Hratche-plche 
Hratche-plche 

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 again and do it some more 
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 
Corrupted, corroded 
Well she's thirteen today 
And I hear she gets loaded 
P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum 
P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum 
P-bum 

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 baby! 
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup 
And strap her on again 
She's a teen-age baby and she turns me on 
I'd like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn 
Gonna smother that girl in chocolate syrup - 
And boogie till the cows come home 

Time to go home - Madge is on the phone 
Gotta meet the Gurney's 
And a dozen grey attorneys 
TV dinner by the pool 
I'm so glad I finished school 
Life is such a ball 
I run the world from City Hall!