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 frame How 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 frame All 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 gone Woh-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 frame Be be be be beep He'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 frame How 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 frame All 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 gone Ooohh, 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 frame Now 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 reet Oh-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