Fine Brown Frame

Oh, he's got a fine brown frame

I wonder what could be his name

He looks good to me, and all I can see

Is his fine brown frame



How long have you been around

Mister when did you hit this big town

I wanna scream 'cos I've never seen

Such a fine brown frame



All that I have is a broken down chair

But I would gladly make him king on my throne

Don't be a square, why don't you come over here

Together we would really be gone



Woh-ooh! he's got a fine brown frame

I wonder what could be his name

He is solid with me, and all I can see

Is his fine brown frame



Be be be be beep



He's got such a fine brown frame

I wonder what could be his name

He looks good to me, and all I can see

Is his fine brown frame



How long have you been around

Mister when did you hit this big town

I wanna scream, aahhhh, 'cos I've never seen

Such a fine brown frame



All that I have is a broken down chair

But I would gladly make him king on my throne

Don't be a square, why don't you come over here

Together we would really be gone



Ooohh, he's such a fine brown frame

Honey won't you tell me your name

He is solid with me and all I can see

Is his fine brown frame



Now Robert Taylor, Robert Young, Ameche and Gable

Are all as fine as mountain sable

You may not be classed with the elite

And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all reet



Oh-woh-woh-woh baby you, you look like Hercules done up in bronze

And I know I'm a clown whenever you're around

Because I'm crazy 'bout, mad about, wild about

Your fine brown frame