Barbecue My Brain — текст песни (Flaming Underwear)

Performed by the Flaming Underwear (Gli and Clo)
Written by J-yawn, Clo, and Gli
(c) 1992 Crotchless Music
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CHORUS:
Well you can barbecue my brain
But it won`t taste good
You can fry it up on a plate
But I still won`t like it
You can add cottage cheese to it
Or even sour cream
But if you barbecue my brain
It just won`t taste good

It`s a stormy Saturday night
And you`re in a funny mood
You wear a lab coat in the kitchen
And experiment with some food
As the thunder pounds the darkness
A smirk forms on your face
And with a sinister laugh
You add picante sauce by Pace

You say, Soon it`s time for dinner
And boy will it be great
The main course is all but done
Soon you`ll have some on your plate
But first a small donation
From you I will require
You won`t be needing to THINK to taste
I want to broil the meal on the fire!

CHORUS

Suddenly, you get an idea
--That`s when I get scared
You said, The last ingredient is in your head
And the sauce is all prepared!!!
Thank you Dr. Frankenstein
For all your inspiration
If you could just be here
To sample my new creation!!!

CHORUS

Please, good Dr. Evilfood
You simply must be kidding
My brain, it simply wouldn`t taste good
So please put down that ice cream scoop!

INTERLUDE

Please, come to your senses
Or soon I will have none!
Hey, Evilfood! Please don`t remove
My only cerebrum!!!
Upon the first bite, I find
It tastes like shit, and so:
Consequently, you were right -
Too bad you`ll NEVER KNOW!

CHORUS

His rare delicacy
Was prepared in great haste
Maybe now you`ll learn
A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!
A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!
A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!
A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!
A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!
A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!
(etc....)

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