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, 'cause 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 gold

Woah

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 ahh 'cause 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

Ooh, 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-woah-woah-woah-woah 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