Bobby Brown Goes Down [Live]

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 'n' maybe later I'll rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome son of a bitch I'm gonna get a good job 'n' 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, Aw, she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vice, but she left my 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 An' 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 'n' bought me a leisure suit I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo Eventually me 'n' 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 till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead I lay awake nights saying "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 going down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm going down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm going down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm going down I knew you'd be surprised