Oh, he's got a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He looks good to me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frameHow long have you been around
Mister when did you hit this big town
I wanna scream 'cos I've never seen
Such a fine brown frameAll that I have is a broken down chair
But I would gladly make him king on my throne
Don't be a square, why don't you come over here
Together we would really be goneWoh-ooh! he's got a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He is solid with me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frameBe be be be beepHe's got such a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He looks good to me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frameHow long have you been around
Mister when did you hit this big town
I wanna scream, aahhhh, 'cos I've never seen
Such a fine brown frameAll that I have is a broken down chair
But I would gladly make him king on my throne
Don't be a square, why don't you come over here
Together we would really be goneOoohh, he's such a fine brown frame
Honey won't you tell me your name
He is solid with me and all I can see
Is his fine brown frameNow Robert Taylor, Robert Young, Ameche and Gable
Are all as fine as mountain sable
You may not be classed with the elite
And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all reetOh-woh-woh-woh baby you, you look like Hercules done up in bronze
And I know I'm a clown whenever you're around
Because I'm crazy 'bout, mad about, wild about
Your fine brown frame
Songwriters
GUADALUPE CARTIERO, J. MAYO WILLIAMSPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group