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 businessmanEvery move he makes is torture
He cannot speak words anymore
Our sister likes to flip him on his back
And watch little brother squirmI really like the way you look in
Your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymoreHe took a trip to California
Strung out on Hollywood and Vine
The Tinsel-Towners came from miles around
That little bugger felt at homeI really like the way you look in
Your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymoreMy brother paints a pretty picture
These things are bad as these things get
Like dreaming 'bout the Mona Lisa
And waking up in ruby redI really like the way you look in
Your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymoreI really like the way you look in
Your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore