Standard (EADGBE)

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,

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In a drawer, in a desk,

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]

(throte clearing sounds)

You see in the back, of the cynical mind

The dream of a girl about thirteen

Off with her clothes and into a bed,

Where she tickles his fancy all night long

(all 8ths)

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

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!

Time to go home, Madge is on the phone

Gotta meet the Gurneys And a dozen gray attorneys

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