Brenda Put Your Bra On

Brenda, put your bra on, there's trouble next door

Grab a pack of cigarettes, and meet me on the porch

Marvin baby mama 'bout to catch him with a whore

Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on)

I knew she shouldn't let that bitch watch her baby

I used to work with her at the Krystal

She always got them good shifts just 'cause she had good tits

And cut her shirts off at the middle

Brenda, put your bra on, it's just gettin' good

Shit's goin' down in the trailer-hood

Pants 'round his ankles, still sportin' wood

Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on)

Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on)

Well, did you hear that? There went the good dishes

I hope they don't knock out the cable

Ol' Suntan City won't look quite as pretty

When Gina puts that ass through a table

Brenda, put your bra on, there's trouble next door

Grab a pack of cigarettes and meet me on the porch

Marvin baby mama, put that whore on the floor

Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on)

Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on)

Put it on

Put it on, shit

Brenda, put your bra on, here comes channel four

We ain't never been on the TV before

Grab the marijuana, stick it down your drawers

Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on)

Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on)

Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on)

Brenda, put your bra on