My little brother is an insect
He likes to crawl around his room
His mother shudders at the sight of him
Now pappy is a businessman
Every little move he makes is torture
He cannot speak words anymore
My sister likes to flip him on his back
And watch her 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
[Incomprehensible] Hollywood and vine
The Tinsel-Towners came from miles around
That little bugger felt at home
And 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 dreamin' 'bout the Mona Lisa
And wakin' up to [Incomprehensible] trail
And I really like the way you look
In your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymore
And I really like the way you look
In your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore