My little brother is an insect

He likes to crawl around his room

His mother shudders at the sight of him

His pappy is a businessman

Every move he makes is torture

He cannot speak words anymore

Our sister likes to flip him on his back

And watch little brother squirm

I really like the way you look in

Your imitation leather shoes

And I don't wanna fake it anymore

He took a trip to California

Strung out on Hollywood and Vine

The Tinsel-Towners came from miles around

That little bugger felt at home

I really like the way you look in

Your imitation leather shoes

And I don't wanna fake it anymore

My brother paints a pretty picture

These things are bad as these things get

Like dreaming 'bout the Mona Lisa

And waking up in ruby red

I really like the way you look in

Your imitation leather shoes

And I don't wanna fake it anymore

I really like the way you look in

Your imitation leather shoes

And I don't wanna fake it anymore

Anymore

Anymore

Anymore