Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)   Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)   Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)   Peter wolf (keyboards)   Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)   Ed mann (percussion)   Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)   Vinnie colaiuta (drums)      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 okay, he's too weird   Be a plumber   He's a bummer   He's a bummer every summer   Be a loyal plastic robot   For a world that doesn't care   That's right   Smile at every ugly   Shine on your shoes and cut your hair      Be a jerk - go to work   Be a jerk - go to work   Be a jerk - go to work   Be a jerk - 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      A world of secret hungers   Perverting the men who make your laws   Every desire is hidden away   In a drawer in a desk by a naugahyde chair   On a rug where they walk and drool   Past the girls in the office      Hratche-plche, hratche-plche   Hratche-plche...      We see in the back   Of the city hall mind   The dream of a girl about thirteen   Off with her clothes and into a bed   Where she tickles his fancy   All night long      His wife's attending an orchid show   She squealed for a week to get him to go   But back in the bed his teen-age queen   Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene   Baby baby...   Baby baby...      Gimme them cakes now, uh!   If I do, I'm gonna lose my...      And he loves it, he loves it   It curls up his toes   She wipes 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   That's right      Do it again, ha   And do it some more   Hey, that does it, by golly   And she's nasty for sure   Nasty nasty nasty   Nasty nasty nasty   Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty   She's a dirty young mind, corrupted   Corroded   Well she's thirteen today   And I hear she gets loaded   If she were my daughter, i'd...   What would you do, frankie?    Well, if she were my daughter, i'd...   What would you do, frankie?    If she were my daughter, i'd...   What would you do, frankie?    Check this out   Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup   And strap her on again, oh baby   Smother that girl in chocolate syrup   And strap her on again   She's my teen-age baby   She turns me on   I'd like to make her do a nasty   On the white house lawn   Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup   And boogie 'til the cows come home      Time to go home   Madge is on the phone   Gotta meet the gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys   Tv dinner by the pool   I'm so glad I finished school   Life is such a ball   I run the world from city hall