Frank Vincent Zappa was an American multi-instrumentalist musician, composer, and bandleader.

As a self-taught composer and performer, his diverse musical influences led him to create music that was sometimes difficult to categorize.

During Zappa‘s lifetime, he was a highly productive and prolific artist with a controversial critical standing.

He was a strident critic of mainstream education and organized religion, and a forthright and passionate advocate for freedom of speech, self-education, political participation and the abolition of censorship.

Unlike many other rock musicians of his generation, he personally disapproved of drugs, but supported their decriminalization and regulation.

What do you make of a Society that is so primitive that it clings to the belief that certain words in its language are so powerful that they could corrupt you the moment you hear them?

The song describes a wealthy, misogynistic student named Bobby Brown, whose life is the archetypal American Dream until a traumatic sexual encounter with Freddie, a dyke involved in the women’s liberation movement, leaves him questioning his sexuality.

Bobby transforms into a leisure suit-wearing closeted homosexual working in radio promotions.

By the end of the song, he and a friend (later implied to be his boss, as he will ‘do anything to get ahead,’ which also has a double meaning, i.e. getting head) have become self-described ‘sexual spastic(s)’ involved in golden showers and S&M, for which he thanks Freddie.

Hey there, people, I am Bobby Brown
They say I am the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my Heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I am dressing sharp and I am acting cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work and maybe later I’ll rape her
Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I am too extreme
And I am a handsome son of a bitch
I am gonna get a good job and be real rich

Women’s Liberation
Came creeping across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it’s still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
Oh God I am the American dream
But now I smell like Vaseline
And I am a miserable son of a bitch
Am I a boy or a lady … I don’t know which

So I went out and bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I am still kinda cute
Got a job doing radio promo
And none of the jocks can even tell I am a homo
Eventually me and a friend
Sort of drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
As long as I get a little golden shower
Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
And I’ll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights saying,’ ‘Thank you, Fred’
Oh God, Oh God, I am so fantastic
Thanks to Freddie, I am a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I am goin’ down,
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I am goin’ down …