Mrs. Brown Youve Got an Ugly Daughter - The Queers

Mrs. Brown, you’ve got an ugly daughter

I don’t wanna hear her stupid name

Mrs. Brown, you’ve got an ugly daughter

The verdict’s in I declare I’m insane

I’m done professing undying love forever more

And holding hands inside a store 2−4

And overnighting chocolate kisses to her in the mail

I don’t wanna be her boyfriend anymore

I used to think she was so groovy

Trading kisses at the movies

Now I don’t wanna walk around with her no more

'Cause she opened up and then she shut the door

Don’t wanna walk around with her

Mrs. Brown you’ve got an ugly daughter

The type I should know enough to avoid

Mrs. Brown you’ve got an ugly daughter

Excuse me but my bowels have to void

I’d love to sit and chat and tell you all the things we’ve done

How we used to laugh and we had so much fun

Unfortunately things are on a slightly different tack

From what they were and now she thinks I’m dumb

We used to sit around for hours

Pulling petals off the flowers

Now I don’t wanna walk around with her no more

'Cause she’s opened up and then she shut the door

Don’t wanna walk around with her

(Keyboard solo — Gretchen Smear)!

(Repeat 1st verse)