Frank Zappa - Bobby Brown

Hey there people I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth are shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my hinie

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
Let her do all the work, maybe later I 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.

Women's liberation
came creepin' 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 the dick
I guess I'm still hooked on,
but now it shoots too quick

Oh god I am the American dream
but now I smell like Vasseline
and I'm a miserable son of a bitch
Am I a boy or a lady---I don't know which

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
sort a' 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
and I do anything to get a head
I lay awake nights sayin "thank you Fred!"

Oh god oh god I'm so fantastic,
thanks to Fred I'm a sexual spastic
and my name is Bobby Brown,
watch me now I'm goin down

Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time, you dressed so fine,
Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you?
People call, say "Beware, doll, you're bound to fall."
You thought they were all kiddin' you.

You used to laugh about,
Everybody that was hangin' out,
But now you don't talk so loud,
Now you don't seem so proud,
About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal.

Chorus:
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own.
With no direction home.
Like a complete unknown.
Like a rollin' stone.

You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely,
But you know you only used to get juiced in it.
You never had to live out on the street,
But now you're gonna have to get used to it.

You said you'd never compromise
With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And he says, "Do you want to make a deal?"

Chorus

You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.
Never understood that it ain't no good.
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat.
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

Chorus

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made.
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts,
You'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe.

You used to be so amused
At Napolean in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse
When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose
Your invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal.

Chorus