Bobby Brown Goes Down

(Ooh . . . )

A real hologram!

(We sure do!)

I mean: not real, but almost a real hologram



Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown

They say I'm the cutest boy in town

My car is fast, my teeth is shiney

Tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie

(Tiny heinie ho!)

Here I am at a famous school

(Gonna fly now)

I'm dressin' sharp

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

Gonna get a good job 'n be real rich

(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good . . . )



Women's Liberation

Came creepin' across the nation

I tell you people, I was not ready

When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie

She made a little speech then,

Aw, she tried to make me say when

She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick

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 sonofabitch

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

(I wonder wonder, Hi-Yo, Silver!)



So I went out 'n bought me a leisure suite

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

Got a job doin' radio promo

(Gonna fly now)

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

Eventually me 'n a friend

Sorta of drifted along into S&M

(YA!)

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 butt till it makes me scream

An' I'll do anything to get ahead

Hi-Yo, Silver!

Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fan . . . Hi-Yo, Silver!

And my name is Bobby Brown

And my name is Bobby Brown

Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!

And my name is Bobby Brown

Hi-Yo, Silver!