Brenda Put Your Bra On

Brenda, put your bra on, there's trouble next door Grab a pack of cigarettes, and meet me on the porch Marvin baby mama 'bout to catch him with a whore Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) I knew she shouldn't let that bitch watch her baby I used to work with her at the Krystal She always got them good shifts just 'cause she had good tits And cut her shirts off at the middle Brenda, put your bra on, it's just gettin' good Shit's goin' down in the trailer-hood Pants 'round his ankles, still sportin' wood Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Well, did you hear that? There went the good dishes I hope they don't knock out the cable Ol' Suntan City won't look quite as pretty When Gina puts that ass through a table Brenda, put your bra on, there's trouble next door Grab a pack of cigarettes and meet me on the porch Marvin baby mama, put that whore on the floor Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Put it on Put it on, shit Brenda, put your bra on, here comes channel four We ain't never been on the TV before Grab the marijuana, stick it down your drawers Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on