Bobby Brown Goes Down

Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown

They say I'm the cutest boy in town

My car is fast, my teeth are shiny

I tell all the girls they can kiss my heine

Here I am at a famous school

I dressin' sharp and I'm acting cool

I've 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 job)

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 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

And I'm a miserable son of a bitch

Am 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&M

I can take about an hour on the tower of power

As long as I get a little golden shower

Oh God, I am the American dream

With a spindle up my butt 'til 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 going down