Lyrics:
My little brother is an insectHe likes to crawl around his roomHis mother shudders at the sight of himHis pappy is a businessmanEvery move he makes is tortureHe cannot speak words anymoreOur sister likes to flip him on his backAnd watch little brother squirmI really like the way you look inYour imitation leather shoesAnd I don't wanna fake it anymoreHe took a trip to CaliforniaStrung out on Hollywood and VineThe Tinsel-Towners came from miles aroundThat little bugger felt at homeI really like the way you look inYour imitation leather shoesAnd I don't wanna fake it anymoreMy brother paints a pretty pictureThese things are bad as these things getLike dreaming 'bout the Mona LisaAnd waking up in ruby redI really like the way you look inYour imitation leather shoesAnd I don't wanna fake it anymoreI really like the way you look inYour imitation leather shoesAnd I don't wanna fake it anymoreAnymoreAnymoreAnymore