Bobby Brown Goes Down

Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown

The say I'm the cutest boy in town

My car is fast, my teeth is shiny

I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie

Here I am at a famous school

I'm dressin' sharp and I'm actin' cool

I got a cheerleader here, wants to help with my paper

Let her do all the work and maybe later I'll rape her

Oh, God, I am the American dream

I do not think I'm too extreme

And I'm a handsome son of a bitch

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

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

Women's liberation

Came creepin' all 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

Oh, she tried to make me say when

She had my balls in a vise, 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

And I'm a miserable son of a bitch

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

(I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder)

So I went out and bought me a leisure suit

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

Got a job doing radio promo

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

Eventually me and a friend

Sorta drifted along into S and M

I can take about an hour on the tower of power

As 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

And 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

And my name is Bobby Brown

Watch me now, I'm goin' down