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 Yeah, I knew you'd be surprised