Come on folks, gather 'round
Hear the saga of Nasty Brown
Now he was born with a different name
but y'all know how nicknames are
Though he didn't get his alias
From women or cigars
He's got a mop of coal black hair
that's right---it isn't brown!
He's kinda on the short-legged side
But still, he gets around
He's got beady eyes, a smallish nose
but then most of his kind do
Its another part of his face
that makes his nickname true!
He comes to me and puts his feet
right up on my chair and
Oh my GOD the foulest stench
just hangs upon the air
Now I know what you're thinking
Put some powder in those shoes!
Well folks he don't wear any
His feet come in pairs of twos!
Its his breath that is so Nasty
and his teeth are an ugly Brown
He needs some Scope and toothpaste
in his mouth to swish around!
I guess if I ate dog food
My breath wouldn't be too sweet
But his breath could knock a buzzard
One hundred and fifty feet!
Now when I reach to pet him
I do it with outstretched arm
I'm afraid his Nasty breath
might do some lasting harm!
You might think its cruel
but he's cared for very well
Its just the dog food that he likes
makes his breath smell like hell!
There you have it, sad but true
you'll know if he's in your town
'Cause you'll hear folks ascreamin'
Get Down Nasty Brown!
The only man worth your tears will never make you cry...