My little brother is an insect   He likes to crawl around his room   His mother shudders at the sight of him   His pappy is a businessman         Every move he makes is torture   He cannot speak words anymore   Our sister likes to flip him on his back   And watch little brother squirm         I really like the way you look in   Your imitation leather shoes   And I don't wanna fake it anymore         He took a trip to California   Strung out on Hollywood and Vine   The Tinsel-Towners came from miles around   That little bugger felt at home         I really like the way you look in   Your imitation leather shoes   And I don't wanna fake it anymore         My brother paints a pretty picture   These things are bad as these things get   Like dreaming 'bout the Mona Lisa   And waking up in ruby red         I really like the way you look in   Your imitation leather shoes   And I don't wanna fake it anymore         I really like the way you look in   Your imitation leather shoes   And I don't wanna fake it anymore   Anymore   Anymore   Anymore