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Fine Brown Frame
49,921
R&B/Soul
Fine Brown Frame was released on June 14, 1989 by Blue Note Records as a part of the album At Last
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AlbumAt Last
Release DateJune 14, 1989
LabelBlue Note Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Vocals
Lou Rawls
Lou Rawls
Vocals
Chris and Angie Parker
Chris and Angie Parker
Drums
Cornell Dupree
Cornell Dupree
Guitar
Richard Tee
Richard Tee
Piano
Tinker barfield
Tinker barfield
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Mayo Williams
J. Mayo Williams
Songwriter, Composer
Guadalupe Cartiero
Guadalupe Cartiero
Songwriter, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Cuscuna
Michael Cuscuna
Producer
Billy Vera
Billy Vera
Producer
Peter Darmi
Peter Darmi
Mixing Engineer
Wally Traugott
Wally Traugott
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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
Written by: Guadalupe Cartiero, J. Mayo Williams
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