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 is shiney
 I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
 Here I am at a famous school
 I'm dressin' sharp and I'm actin' cool
 I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
 I'll 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)
 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 (yeah?)
 She made a little speech then
 Aw, 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 mask
 I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
 Got a job doin' radio promo
 And none of the jocks even think about Tonto
 Eventually me and a friend
 Sorta drifted along into S&M
 I can take about an hour on the tower of power
 Long as I gets 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 sexsual 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 goin' down
 
 I didn't know you'd be surprised
 
 Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
 They say I'm the cutest boy in town
 My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
 I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
 Here I am at a famous school
 I'm dressin' sharp and I'm actin' cool
 I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
 I'll 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)
 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 (yeah?)
 She made a little speech then
 Aw, 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 mask
 I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
 Got a job doin' radio promo
 And none of the jocks even think about Tonto
 Eventually me and a friend
 Sorta drifted along into S&M
 I can take about an hour on the tower of power
 Long as I gets 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 sexsual 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 goin' down
 
 I didn't know you'd be surprised
 
 Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
 They say I'm the cutest boy in town
 My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
 I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
 Here I am at a famous school
 I'm dressin' sharp and I'm actin' cool
 I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
 I'll 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)
 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 (yeah?)
 She made a little speech then
 Aw, 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 mask
 I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
 Got a job doin' radio promo
 And none of the jocks even think about Tonto
 Eventually me and a friend
 Sorta drifted along into S&M
 I can take about an hour on the tower of power
 Long as I gets 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 sexsual 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 goin' down
 
 I didn't know you'd be surprised