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 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

And 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

Pulled out a Hollywood sign

The tinseltowners 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

But sings as bad as he sings good

Like dreaming 'bout the Mona Lisa

And waking up to Linda Tripp

And I really like the way you look

In your imitation leather shoes

And I don't wanna fake it anymore

I really like the way you look

In your imitation leather shoes

And I don't wanna fake it anymore

Anymore

Anymore